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(MF-couples, exh, voy, oral, anal, swing, ws, orgy) *** Author Note: This story contains material that is unsuitable for those persons under the age of consent; if you are under the age of consent for your community or your community does not allow the reading of erotic material then please do not read. *** In the beginning there was Gym. Hi my name is Sue, born during the sexual revolution in the 60's and grew up in Northern Ireland, I can remember how beautiful everything was before the trouble started and the walls went up dividing the population. It matters little after so long who was right and who was wrong but the ordinary people are the ones to duffer on both sides. I married a wonderful man, Paul, when I was 20 and he does everything to make me happy, as I am now on the wrong side of forty I wouldn't blame him for looking round for something a little younger but he is still madly in love with me. Truth be known I would prefer it if he did look around a little as I wouldn't feel quite so guilty. Being over forty now I decided to go to the gym, get myself in shape and perhaps find a young man to have a flirt with, well what happened was a bit 'left field' for me, I have always felt that I was reasonably conventional in my thinking and attitudes. I had never had sex with a man younger than myself and it had never crossed my mind one single time that I should derive any pleasure from other women but and here is where my story starts... I had been going to the gym for almost a year, if Paul is around we do our rep's together, he helps and spurs me on and I do the same for him. When I go alone I usually find a piece of equipment closest to a fit young man and try to attract his attention with my workout. I always dress a little sexier when Paul isn't there and I have a lot of success, I often get invited out for a drink with some young guy after working out alone, but I never let it go any further than a little flirt and perhaps a good night kiss. I went to the gym in the afternoon for the first time, I didn't realise that they ran a 'women's only' session mid afternoon, man was I disappointed to find that the gym was full of old women, I had never seen any of them before, the assistant told me that most only came to the women only sessions because they didn't want men laughing at them as they struggled to work out. I had half a mind to leave when an attractive young woman asked if I could help her with her weight rep's. she has a slim and boyish body, dressed in her leotard with no makeup and her hair held back she looked like Mrs. Plain Jane. I reluctantly agreed to help her, as luck would have it because a flabby fifty something was about to ask me the same thing. It turned out that the young woman's name was actually Jane, which caused me to titter quite a lot as the woman was starting to lift the 80K bar, all I had to do was hold my hand under the bar in case Jane faltered, and of course offer words of encouragement, trying to get one or two extra rep's than Jane wanted to do. Jane stood after her rep's and invited me to have my turn, I noticed that she was limping a little but didn't think anything of that, we all get strains and sprains in the pursuit of the body perfect. I took the bar down to 70k, I never wanted arms like Arnie, just to tighten up the hanging flab a little. Jane was very amusing and I found myself warming to her as we went through the various bench exercises, Jane explained that she had just gotten over a bad fracture to her leg and that she was in the gym every afternoon trying to build her wasted muscles back up after being in plaster for sixteen weeks. Jane invited me into the shower with her, I was actually ready to finish and badly needed that shower so I followed her hopping gate through into the women's changing rooms. Jane asked me if I had ever given a massage before to which I shook my head in a no kind of way. Jane asked me if I would like to massage her leg for her before her shower, she said that it would really help her out if I did and save her having to wait an hour for the staff member to finish what she was doing and get round to her. I thought in for a penny in for a pound (Irish pound that is). Jane led the way into a room off the changing rooms, which had a high leather covered table, Jane closed the door behind us and she slipped out of her leotard. I was a little shocked at first, it was the matter of fact way that this woman just stripped naked in front of me, I actually flushed a little, Jane saw my slight discomfort and offered to wait for the staff to massage her leg if I was uncomfortable. I just said, "Don't be silly, you just shocked me a little that's all!" Jane slipped on to the table, lying on her back, she handed me a bottle of liniment oil and asked me to rub it firmly into her leg. I oiled my hands and rubbed them together, the oil felt incredibly hot on my hands and made them tingle, I giggled a little at the feeling on my hands. I started to rub the oil into Jane's leg, it felt so strange to be touching this young woman as I was, her legs were perfectly hairless, like my own but she had no stubble, I tried to keep my eyes fixed on her leg but it was difficult. I looked up to her thigh, to the place between her legs where I had a neatly trimmed bush and she had nothing, her mound was totally clear. I had often thought about going hairless there too but it was the thought of the five-day stubble that put me off. Jane's pussy mound on the other hand actually looked perfectly smooth, I was wondering just how smooth it would feel when the spell was broken by Jane speaking. "when you get to the top of my thigh don't let that oil go on my pus, It kills if it gets inside!" I had thought that I would only have to massage her lower leg, I hadn't thought of the prospect that I would have to rub up close to this woman's sex. I passed her knee and on to her thigh, the skin felt wonderful there, soft and pliable, it reminded me of a babies bottom, I cracked a little giggle to myself, I didn't realise that I was staring at Jane's breasts, well what there was of them, she was 32b if that, Paul would have said, "Not even a mouth full" had be been there with us. Jane asked what I had laughed at, and I told her that the thought of a little of this tingly oil going inside her had made me laugh, Jane told me that if I wanted to put anything inside of her I would have to wash my hands first, I thought she was just joking with me but she was quite serious. I reached the top of her thigh and asked if that was enough, Jane waited a long minute before saying that everything was great, she even asked me if I would like her to massage me, I declined and told her that I would have to have my shower now. I went into my little cubicle where I had left my clothes and towel, stripped out of my leotard and realised that I still had the oil covering my hands, I pressed my index finger between my pussy lips, I didn't realise quite how wet I was down there, far wetter than if Paul was flirting with me, getting me ready for lovemaking. Pow, then it hit me, the feeling between my lips was connecting directly to my brain, the heat and tingling were intense, I almost climaxed on the spot, i realised that I had been a little sexually aroused when I was massaging Jane but as this was outside my normal sphere of experience I had thought little of it. I pulled the large bath towel around my body covering me from 'tit to toe', as I walked out of my cubicle Jane was waiting for me outside, she was still totally nude, her towel flung over her shoulder, it didn't dawn on me why she was waiting outside my cubicle as the showers were all individual things, but Jane followed me into one. I was very self conscious when I dropped my towel on to the small seat in the outer area of the shower, I went into the wet area without looking back, but I felt Jane was right behind me and as the water started to fall on to me I felt her hands reach out and start to rub my back. Half of me wanted to stop her, tell her that I wasn't like that, that I didn't have any interest in other women but as her fingers reached my bottom and slipped under to the point beyond return I melted. Jane's fingers sought out my inner sex, massaging gently and exploring deep into my body and soul. I went weak at the knee as I started to climax under her fingers, she turned me to face her and kissed me, she had to reach up to kiss me, that was the first time I realised quite how short she was. She massaged my breasts, bringing one close to her mouth and as the hot water cascaded off of my body she drew my nipple deep into her mouth. My body reacted all on it's own, my legs opened to her and my nipples both filled with blood and engorged, they were larger and fuller than I had ever known them before. Jane took one of my hands and placed it between her own legs and pressed one of my fingers into her own body, then she rode my hand as I would have ridden Paul had he been in the shower with me. We both gave each other many orgasms in the thirty minutes that we played under the cascade of water, the door was knocked several times as Jane expertly brought me to an earth shaking climax and I tried to reciprocate in my own amateurish way. We went to our own changing cubicles after our watery fun, my head was in a total whirl, I had never done anything like this before, I now realised what I was missing, I would have to tell Paul what had happened, but how would I explain that to him. I looked all over for Jane but couldn't see her anywhere; the only other person in the changing area was a girl, in school uniform with her satchel over her shoulder, who was talking to the gym's masseuse, they both started walking toward the exit and I was hit by the fact that the school girl was limping exactly like Jane did. I waited for the masseuse to leave her in the coffee lounge by reception and I walked over, Jane smiled up at me and said that she was glad that she hadn't missed me, I asked her exactly how old she was to which she replied "Exactly fifteen years, three months and seven days." I fell into the seat next to her, I couldn't believe what I had done, not only had sex with a woman in a public place but with a school girl too, if the police got a hold of me I could face jail time, if the paramilitaries got me it would mean far worse. Jane took my hand in hers, she told me that what we had just done together was the best ting that she had ever done, she wanted to see me again, she knew that I was married, knew that I was a lot older than her and knew that she was my first experience of a same sex relationship but even knowing all of that she wanted me to be her lover. I decided not to tell Paul about my afternoon dalliance, Jane had given ma a piece of paper with her telephone number on it but I had dropped it in the bin, unopened, I had just had a great feeling with another woman but I was happily married to Paul and couldn't risk doing anything to harm that. Tell yourself often enough and you still may not believe it After my first experience with another woman at the gym, and subsequently finding out that Jane was only fifteen years old and still at school I was in somewhat of a quandary. I had never thought of any kind of sexual contact with another woman before and the fact that this woman that totally rocked my world was still a child made me totally re-evaluate my feelings. I had been faithful to Paul since meeting him, I had never even looked at another man in over twenty years, Paul satisfied my every need and whim, but now I had been forced to look into my life's values. I couldn't get a schoolgirl out of my mind, I woke up in a cold sweat each morning as I replayed my afternoon over and over again in my dreams. I didn't want to be unfaithful to Paul but... I found myself at the school uniform specialists, I was looking along rack after rack of blazers to try and find the one that I had seen Jane wearing in the coffee lounge of the fitness club after our meeting but couldn't find what I was looking for. The assistant was totally bemused because I couldn't tell him what school my child went to, I had to make up a story that I actually wanted a blazer for myself. I said that I had seen a photograph of a girl and thought that would be the perfect outfit to wear to a fancy dress party and that I had been invited too. The assistant looked uncomfortable and told me that if the blazer I was looking for wasn't on his racks then it was either from Southern Ireland or maybe from a Catholic school. He directed me into a back room where there were other blazers in a rack, the third one along was the one I was looking for. I asked the assistant if he had one in my size but he refused to sell me one, he told me that as a protestant I would find myself in very deep water if I wee to be caught in that particular coat even for a party. The school was a convent school for girls, not just any convent school, but the convent school, he said, "All the 'boys' send their daughters to that school!" He didn't have to say anymore, around here if anyone mentioned the 'boys' the meant the hard men of the republican movement. I had never even heard the name of the school before let alone where it was, I thought that was just about that, I would never find Jane again, and if her father qualified as one of the 'boys' then I shouldn't even think about finding her again. A month had passed and I was idly flicking through the telephone directory when I noticed that I was subconsciously looking at names that sounded like Jane's school, I found the number and alongside the number I saw the address. I didn't have anything to do today except to pick up my husbands Renault Espace Quatro from the garage. My husband used the car as a mobile office, it was fun to drive but I didn't get many opportunities to drive it, relegated as I usually was to my little Renault Clio. I had thought that the £40,000 he had spent on the thing was ridiculous, I could have brought five of my little Clio's for the money but he did get a lot of business because his customers were very impressed with his office on 'four wheel drive'. The Espace usually came with three rows of seats, but Paul had paid for modifications like a built in PC that fed four fourteen inch monitors that dropped down from the roof of the car. The windows were totally black apart from the front windshield. There were only four seat positions instead of the seven the car usually comes with and the front seats turned to face the back at the press of a button. What there was of the boot behind the rear seats had a collapsible office table for conferencing and the floor was totally covered with lamb's wool carpet, that was perfect for fooling about on during our nights out together. I picked Paul's car up at two pm, drove aimlessly for an hour and found myself on the road leading to Jane's school. I was stopped by an army checkpoint and they did the usual thing, mirrors under the vehicle, open all orifices, the soldiers checked every space large enough to hold a single bullet. Well with the exception of one place, and I wouldn't want a bullet in that place. I was told to pull over to the side of the road, I had been stopped for fifteen minutes already and was getting a little worried, an officer approached me and asked me for my name. I told him and he asked what the registered keepers name was and I said that was my husband Paul. This seemed to satisfy the officer, he told me that the registration plate was illegal, Paul had brought it from England because as it was P4 ULS and he had made it look like PAULS. Then the officer asked me if I realised that I was entering a Catholic area, I had never been to this side of town before and I didn't realise that it was such a strong republican area but I thought that it would explain the location of the convent and why the 'boys' chose it for their daughters. At three thirty I was parked opposite the gates to the convent school, I sat for fifteen minutes without seeing any signs of life, I was almost falling asleep as the scene was so tranquil and then there was a loud bang against the black glass at my side. A policeman was hitting the glass with an American styled night stick, I pressed the window button at my side and the glass slid silently down, I turned off the classical music tape that had been lulling me into sleep and asked what I could do for him. He had thought that I was a man, sitting in a car with British number plates opposite a very sensitive site, he told me that it was illegal to loiter outside a school during school hours. There was a sudden cacophony of sound from the direction of the school, children were spilling out in all directions, my attention was drawn to the girl hobbling out of the gate, I recognised her instantly and called out her name. Jane's face broke into a broad grin, she waved and walked across the road toward me. I spat out the words "have you never seen a parent picking up a child from school before!" in the direction of the policeman. I told Jane to get in the car, which she gladly did. I was shaking as I drove away from the copper, from fear of being caught doing something that was so wrong and also in the expectation of what might come. I asked Jane if I could take her anywhere and she said, "Yes!" She told me to turn right at the next junction, Jane took a mobile phone from her satchel, and as I turned right I watched her press a single button on the handset. Jane held the phone to her ear, and as it was between us I could hear the faint clicking as her connection was made. "Hopalong Cassidy with a message for Mr. Dillon. Stopping late at school, stop! Will get a lift home later, stop! Will call again if there are any problems, stop!" Jane spoke into her phone, and then she switched the phone off, I could hear all the tones of connection so I could also hear that no person had spoken to her. I looked puzzled as Jane looked over at me, she was telling me to turn right again, then she added that it was a security thing and then told me to turn left opposite the back gates to her school. I was now driving along a narrow dirt road heading off towards a small wood, I stopped the Espace just short of the start of the woods but Jane told me to drive into the trees. I drove until the path had narrowed to the point where bushes were touching both sides of the bonnet then stopped. Jane was kissing me the moment the car stopped moving, her soft lips pressing against my mouth while I was still trying to apply the handbrake and turn the engine off. One of her hands was behind my head pulling my mouth hard against hers and her other hand was wrestling with the hem of my white cotton summer dress. I managed to stay her hand as it found my panties, and breaking the kiss I told her that we should get into the back of the car. Jane wanted to stay in the front seats but I showed her that in the driving seat I couldn't move my legs properly, I had the steering wheel in my lap, she eventually saw sense and released her grip on the back of my head. I reached below Jane's seat and lifted a little lever and Jane's seat slowly span to face the back of the car. Paul would have had to get out of the car to turn the driving seat but I, being slimmer and more agile just lifted my legs above the gear stick and released the lever and turned to face the back seats like Jane. Jane moved into the rear seats, I tried to explain that we were much safer the front seats now that they were facing in to the back because of the black glass in the back and the back of the seats covering us from anyone looking in through the clear front windscreen but she still pulled me into the back seat next to her. We kissed for about fifteen minutes; Jane's hands were all over me, feeling me through the thin cotton of my white summer dress. Eventually her hands found their way under my dress and when she touched my panties she broke our kiss and pulled a funny face at me. Jane pulled her head back and looked at my best Mark's and Spencer's white cotton knickers, she told me that they looked like the ones her mother would wear. I had to remind her that I was probably the same age as her mother if not older, Jane giggled at that and said, "Yes! But you should still put on sexy panties like mine" lifting her gym slip's hem to show me her lacey, lilac, tanga panties, they looked lovely on her but I had to wonder how she got away with such undergarments at school. My mind wandered slightly, things had certainly changed since I was at school, god I thought to my self, I sound just like my mother. Then I snapped to again, Jane was pulling my dress off over my head, I was sitting there in my white, M&S, under wired bra and full cotton knickers, complete with double stitched, double cotton gusset. Jane was kissing my breast, just above the cup of my bra, her hands working the catch at the back expertly, releasing my globes to her hungry mouth. I had never given birth, never felt a child suckling at my breast and now I knew exactly what I was missing. Paul had obviously paid attention to my breasts, he had sucked at my nipples many times, but that was nothing like the feeling I was receiving now from Jane. I was starting to get lost in the passion and feeling that this very young girl was bestowing on me. I lifted my bottom involuntarily as her fingers pulled at the material covering my lower body. And then I was naked, sitting on the leather-covered seat of my husbands Renault Espace, I had sat like this many times before with Paul working his magic on my body but now I was with a girl. A very wonderful girl, a girl who was twenty-five years younger than me in human years but twenty five years ahead of me in sexual years. I realised that Jane was still fully dressed, that she was giving me total pleasure and that, apart from kissing her and touching her small breasts through her school blouse and gym slip bib, I was doing nothing for her at all. I tried to open the fastenings to her gymslip but she pushed my hands away, she pressed me back into the seat and knelt between my legs, her mouth finding my sex hungrily. I filled my hand with her golden shoulder length hair and pulled her face hard against my mound. My left leg, now hooked around her back, trying to pull her whole body against my pussy, trying to intensify the feeling between my legs. Jane covered her teeth with her lips and bit down hard onto my clitoris as a hand reached up to my breast and pinched and twisted a nipple hard. The pleasure and pain filled my mind and shook my body as I started on the path to a massive orgasmic climax. The spell was soon broken though by sounds outside the Espace, I opened my eyes to see six young faces through the front window. Six young girls all dressed in navy blue t-shirts and red shorts. The left breast of the t- shirt on each girl had the same school insignia as Jane's blazer pocket. I pushed Jane's head from between my legs, tried to get her to lie on the floor out of sight of her school friends but she looked over the top of the front seat and waved, the girls outside the car were all jumping up and down screaming her name. I managed to pull my dress over my head quickly to cover my embarrassment and then it dawned on me that the girls couldn't get past if they wanted to because my car was totally blocking the path. I jumped into the front seat and lifted my legs as I pressed the release lever to turn the seat to face forward once more. I reversed out of the path and Jane joined me in the front of the car, she asked if I could give her friends a lift back to school as they had cooled down from their run now and it would be safer than them trying to run the last half mile. I nodded my head and Jane wound the window down to tell her school friends to climb in the back. Four of the girls managed to fit on to the two rear seats and the other two sat on the floor. Jane directed me into the rear gate of the school, there was a security man on the gate but he let me pass as soon as Jane showed her pass to him. I pulled up against a set of double doors at the rear of the main school building. Jane took my hand and we followed the six runners in through the doors and into a changing room. The girls had all stripped off before Jane and I walked through the door, the shower had been started and the first of the girls was just disappearing through the open doorway into the shower room. Jane was still holding my hand and pulled me along following the last girl into the shower room. My mind went back to when I was at school, after sports the teacher would have to force us all to go through the shower room and we would run through as fast as possible, hoping that the water didn't actually touch us on the way. I was amazed that these six girls were going into the thirty-foot by ten-foot shower room without being pressed, and the first girl was still in the shower as the last girl entered. Jane stood in the doorway talking to one of the older girls about the cross-country run the girls had just completed, I stood to her side looking out into the now empty changing room. Jane pulled me closer and made me turn to face into the shower room. The shower room had six shower heads on each side of the room forming a tunnel of hot water that the girls were normally forced, against their will to walk through. I could remember when I did games at school all those years ago being at the back of a very long line of girls that didn't want to shower but were forced through almost exactly the same room as this by the teachers. These girls on the other hand were actually enjoying being in the showers; they were washing themselves and washing each other too. I began to feel like quite the voyeur standing there watching those naked girls washing each other. I felt my nipples stiffen as I looked from one girl to the other, I was sure that by the time I was the same age as these girls I had quite a bushy triangle but each of these girls were as smooth as a baby down there. The smallest girl took something from the wall that looked like a plate scrubber on a kitchen sink but without the stiff brush. She pressed a trigger on the handset and a powerful jet of hot water flashed from the head. The girl aimed the water jet at one of her friend's breasts and the girl squealed and turned away, then the youngster turned the jet on the tummy of one of the older girls and she just stood allowing the water to cascade onto her stomach. Then the jet went lower; I could see the soft flesh of the girls mound being pushed in by the force of the water. Then the jet went lower still, the young minx was playing the water right on to the older girls clitoris. I could feel the blood pumping in my ears; my nipples were straining against the rough cotton top of my dress, reminding me that I had no bra on, the bra being still in the back of the car. I was flooding between my legs too; I could actually feel my lubricating juice trickling down my inner thigh. The older girl was standing, her back pressed against the wall, legs, now parted slightly, her eyes were closed and she was drifting up towards a climax brought on by the force of the water rushing against her sensitive bud. Just as my breathing was beginning to follow the orgasmic rhythm of the climaxing girl, my thighs squeezing together and then relaxing, bringing me close to my own release there was a whooshing sound and I was hit by a jet of hot water as the small girl was fighting with another girl for control of the aqua- vibrator. My light, white cotton dress became transparent under the jet of water, there was almost a sash of pink running from left to right across my stomach, the dark triangle of my own, neatly trimmed, pubic hair just visible. Jane apologised for her friend's high jinx and pointed out a towel drying cabinet in the teachers changing rooms, "Put your dress in there for fifteen minutes and it will be ok!" She said. I did that and found a towel that had already finished drying to wrap myself in, I returned to Jane's side and the girls had stopped play fighting with the water now and were into the serious business of washing each other. Jane put her arm around my shoulder and made a move as if to give me a cuddle, but instead she grasped the top of the towel and propelled me into the shower room. The girls were all squealing and giggling all over again, the oldest girl merle standing watching the commotion, in my mind I assumed that she was probably the head girl, she looked the officious type. As I skidded into the room, still wearing my old mule sandals I was grabbed by two of the girls, a third took the flexible shower hose and began to work its watery magic on my breasts. The head girl told her not to put the water on my breasts for too long, didn't want to do any damage with the water. Then the water moved down towards my stomach, I was putting up a struggle but more for effect than to actually get myself free. The water worked its way lower and lower, eventually washing over my own personal close cropped forest. As the water hit between my legs I gasped in a deep breath, I had stopped struggling and the girl holding on to my left arm had even let go, she was now facing me, she had moved as close as she could without actually touching me. The water jet hit my clitoris and I gasped again, the girl to my left was now running her fingers up my stomach toward my breast, I was breathing very heavily, my climax only scant moments away from bursting over me. The girl cupped my breast as the water jet opened my vaginal lips and started to wash deep into my body, my knees went weak and buckled under me as I went on the most powerful orgasmic trip of my life. The world of the shower room was eerily silent as all the girls were now standing quietly watching me shake, almost hyperventilating with the volume of air my orgasm was causing me to draw in. As I began to wash back to reality one of the girls told me that now I had been initiated into their group I would have to lose this, she was tugging at the carpet of hair between my legs, I couldn't speak, couldn't agree to it or refuse but I found myself in the teachers changing room with a tube of depilatory cream being rubbed through my bush. As I looked around all the girls were rubbing the same cream into their own pubic area, even though there wasn't a hair to be seen, then ten minutes later each of us were back in the shower using the powerful water jet to wash off the cream and induce a rather excellent feeling all over again. I watched as the water washed away all trace of my rich carpet of hair that had hidden my sex for almost thirty years. I looked so funny to my own eyes that I thought I had someone else's pussy between my legs. By the time I had dried myself my dress was totally dry and I swapped it in the cabinet for my now sodden towel. I asked Jane if I could take her home and ended up taking all of the girl's home, leaving Jane to the last one, as each girl arrived at home they all made a big show of kissing all the girls in the car goodbye and saving an extra special kiss for me as they left the car. I had been wondering if Jane had intentionally set me up earlier by choosing that particular place to make out with me. When she told me that she was the ex- captain of the cross-country team until she broke her leg so badly I realised that she had. Her house was huge, not palace huge but by normal living standards it was very large. There were two TV cameras covering the front of the house, Jane got me to pull across the entrance of the driveway, and she kissed me passionately and pushed her hand under the hem of my dress before she left the car, she called back to me that I should dress before I went home to my husband. A man, standing behind the front hedge, stepped forward at the sound of the car door opening, his hand as reaching for something beneath his coat but he relaxed the instant he saw Jane. I drove home as quickly as I could, spending even longer getting out of the republican area checkpoint than it took to get in. Paul was waiting anxiously for me, he wasn't worried that anything had happened to me just that I may have damaged his mobile office on the drive home. He didn't even realise that I was only partially dressed, he just saw the mud on the doors and inside of his 'child substitute', or was it 'lover substitute'. The husband's side of things! Don't get me wrong, I'm grateful for Sue picking my car up from the garage, but she didn't get home until seven pm and when she did get home the back of the car looked like you could plant potatoes in it, there was thick mud every where and there was mud right up to the windows on the outside roo. I moaned on a bit, I had three meetings scheduled for the next day and the car in its current state wouldn't impress anyone except a farmer or market gardener. Sue, bless her didn't bite back, she just went out and spent an hour cleaning the back of the car, she didn't say anything when she came back in, just went straight to bed. I was surprised by that as it was only nine o'clock and she didn't give me a goodnight kiss either. I was very wrapped up though, putting the finishing touches to the three presentations, that I needed for the next day, on my computer. It was past midnight when I went out to see how clean the Espace was and use the wireless network connection to bring the presentation from my home pc into the built in pc in the car. The few minutes it took for the four computer screens to unfold from the roof of the car gave me time to inspect Sue's handy work. The car was spotless, front and back, I made a mental note to get her flowers and chocolates tomorrow. Sue had left for work before I woke up, she hadn't brought me my usual coffee, hadn't shouted me a dozen time to make sure I was awake. It was a little strange, I guess she must have taken my moaning and griping to heart yesterday, perhaps I needed more than flowers and chocolates, it was beginning to seem like more a jewellery kind of grovel. I had a few important things to do before my first meeting, I was dreading fighting my way into the town centre at eight-thirty in the morning and trying to find a space in a multi-storey car park but I had four things that I simply had to do in town before my meeting with the MD and finance director of a, potential, new customer. I was crawling past the printers, where I had to collect my new business cards, in a long line of traffic when a car that was on a limited waiting stretch of road indicated to pull out. I decided to let him out in front of me but then realised that I could use this space to do at least two of my errands. I checked the board at the side of the road, I has twenty minutes, I ran into the printers, as luck would have it my cards were on the counter waiting for me, as the job was on account, all I had to do was sign the 'goods received note' and I was out of there in just two minutes. There was a dry-cleaners two shops away from the printers, I dropped off my second best suit, grabbed the ticket and told the girl that I'd pay on collection. I still had fifteen minutes of parking left so I decided to run off and do my other two 'just jobs' while leaving my car in its dotted line. It actually took twenty minutes to complete my visits, the traffic warden was walking toward my car as I turned the corner and I ran past her to my car. I jumped into my car and pulled away as she was entering the registration of the car in front of mine into her hand held computer. I noticed that a flyer had been pushed under my windscreen wiper but decided to let nature take its course and remove it as I drove along. I pulled up outside my first meeting with just five minutes to spare. Met the two senior officers in their reception and took them into my shiny Espace. They were impressed as the two computer screens folded effortlessly from the roof pod, they were even more impressed with what I could offer them according to my presentation. As the power point presentation ran automatically for twenty minutes and all I had to do was to pause the presentation if my audience had any questions I had a little time to use some of my cars features. I had been informed by my computer as I pulled into the car park that there was a compatible wireless network to the one I used in my mobile office. While the presentation was running I pulled up a menu of 'public' options, those things that visitors were allowed to access outside the usual security requirements of any computer network. I could print, read the company publicity information, read the published, financial report and I could send messages to people inside the company. While my PC was wowing my two guests, I was digging through their publicity and financial report and added three slides to the end of my presentation that was totally relative to their company, and it looked like I had spent a lot of time researching things. The meeting ended at eleven o'clock with a very positive response and I had in 'in' to the company, all I had to do now was supply a dozen samples to the procurement manager and the contract was as good as in the bag. Before driving out of the car park I noticed that the flyer was still clinging to my windscreen for dear life so I took the time to remove it. I was about to throw it on the floor when I noticed the MD watching me from reception so I took the paper into my car. Instead of consigning it to the ash tray I opened it, it wasn't a flyer at all, but a page torn from an exercise book. All that was on the page was a pencil message "Ring me, soon" and a mobile phone number. I rang the number but was redirected to the message answering service, I hung up without speaking but sent a text message "Who are you?" to the number. I had a thirty-minute visit to an established customer to discuss changes he needed to his order and was out finished for the morning in time for lunch. I had an appointment to wine and dine another potential customer over lunch and during the starter course I heard my phone beep to say that I had received a text message. I checked the message while I was waiting for the main course to arrive. "My name is Harry, we met yesterday afternoon, I was the one holding your left arm in the shower, meet me on the bridal path at the back of St. Peter and Paul's school at 4.00 today, I'll be by the woods." I suddenly lost my appetite, Sue was late yesterday because she was with a man called Harry in a shower, I picked over my main course, my mind was boiling with the thought that my wife had been unfaithful to me. I have to say that I didn't think that I had impressed this potential customer after receiving the text message from Harry. I cancelled a meeting with another prospective customer and brought a meeting with an established one forward, one reason was that I didn't think I would be able to sell myself effectively and the other reason was that I needed time to get to the other side of the county. I checked the A to Z and found the school was in a part of town that I never visited but the street map showed me all I needed to know. I couldn't concentrate all afternoon, my meeting started out on a little bit of the wrong foot, the procurement manager for a large engineering company told me as soon as I entered his office that I looked terrible. I made the excuse that I was coming down with something, I asked him what he wanted to discuss and he seemed a little pissed off with me at that, he had already sent a message that he was thinking of increasing his order and just needed to discuss discounts with me. I apologised, "Told you I was coming down with something, you've never known me to miss an opportunity to get more business have you?" He laughed and shook his head "Ok lets make this simple, I want an extra one-thousand units a month providing you can give me a ten percent discount on the extra. You will say you can only go to five percent and I'll beat you up to seven and a half percent by ordering an extra fifteen hundred a month. Process the paperwork to start shipping from the first of next month, OK?" I smiled and replied, "We have danced this dance too often in the past, OK!" I should be off my game more often, that was the easiest two hundred and fifty pounds a month in extra commission I had ever earned. I did feel a lot better; earning money always makes me feel better. I followed the map to St Peter and Paul's school; it took me almost an hour to get through the checkpoints separating the part of town that my last customer worked in from the school. I arrived at the rear of the school and found a bridal path leading off to a wooded area, there was a young girl in T-shirt and shorts waiting by the first tree at the start of the woods. I rechecked the map, this was the only bridal path shown, so I drove along it until I reached the trees. The girl seemed to be expecting me and as I stopped she opened the passenger door and jumped into the front passenger seat without looking. When she did eventually look she was visibly shocked, I realised that she was expecting Sue not me, I asked her who she was, "Harry" she said, I raised my eyebrows, "Well its Harriet really, but everyone calls me harry!" I burst out laughing at the misunderstanding, "How old are you Harry?" "Almost 16!" "And what were you wanting to see my wife about?" Harry blushed right down to her running shoes, "Just wanted to see her again!" we chatted for a good thirty minutes, she eventually told me about the shower initiation, what they had all got up to with my wife. I half asked Harry if she ever had fun with older men and she nodded. I had been turned on quite a lot by what Harry had been telling me about my wife and her 'same sex' encounter the previous day. Harry lifted the control at the side of her seat and it span around to face into the back of the car. I remained where I was watching her over my shoulder, she moved into the middle of the floor, she was kneeling on the soft lambs wool carpet. She pulled her T-shirt over her head, she had no bra on, her breasts were small and rock hard, her nipples were standing so erect that her breasts looked like a parody of a young girls breasts, to perfect to be real. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts but stopped pulling when her shorts were only half way down to the point of my main interest. She looked at me expectantly, waiting for me to do something, I had to step out of the car to get into the back, from the drivers seat it was difficult to spin the seat while I was sitting on it. I climbed into the back with Harry, reached out and touched one of her breast, it didn't yield to my touch at all, I squeezed quite hard and it gave a lot of resistance before finally deforming out of shape. Harry then pulled her shorts all the way down, she had no panties on and when her little bald pussy popped into view, I pulled back slightly and asked her again how old she was. She giggled, "All the girls in the running club have smooth bodies, even your wife!" I told her that she was wrong and that my wife had a neatly trimmed bush. Harry giggled again "Not anymore!" She said. Harry lay on the soft carpet, I touched her all over, her breasts felt so wonderful, they looked exactly the same while she was laying down as they did when she was standing. I always thought Sue had wonderful breasts but when she lay on her back they almost disappeared. When my fingers touched the puffy outer shell of Harry's love mound the feeling was like touching pure silk, I traced my index finger down into the cleft between her labia, she raised her bottom off of the carpet to speed up the meeting between finger and clitoris. I took things slowly and brought her to a gentle release, then she helped me to remove my shirt, and almost ripped my trousers open. I was naked, having second thoughts about being here in the back of my car with a girl who had admitted that she was under sixteen. The male hormone had taken over though, driving me on to that imaginary point where I would be reproducing my line. Harry moved onto my rear seat, I was about to join her but she stopped me, she directed me so that my head was between her legs. I was eating at god's table right enough, the fluid leaking from her tiny gash was pure ambrosia, nectar of the gods. Performing oral sex on Harry was like trying to kiss the ass of a bucking bronco, she was leaping around all over the place, only the vacuum like suction I was employing was keeping my mouth in contact with her pussy. I was 'solid like a rock', in the immortal words of the song, I decided that it was time, and started to kiss my way up Harry's body. I gathered her legs behind my elbows and was using the angle that provided to open her burgeoning flower wide to my gaze. The purple head of my blood engorged cock pressed against the doorway to her womanhood, I was just a press away from impaling her on my staff when she said, "I'm still a virgin, don't hurt me too much!" Talk about 'wind' and 'out of sails', I was about to pull back, I didn't want this on my conscience, having sex with an experienced girl was one thing but this was something else. I started to pull back but Harry moved closer to me, she actually impaled herself on my shaft. She reached her arms around my neck, lifting herself off of the seat, and using my neck and her own body weight she forced herself lower and lower down my cock shaft. She winced in pain once or twice as my larger than average cock ploughed into her tiny furrow. I felt her internal lubricant flowing over the end of my shaft and onto my balls, luckily I looked down in time to see that it wasn't the clear sweet tasting girl cum but a mixture of that girl cum and blood. I managed to get my suit trousers beneath us to stop the carpet being ruined by this young girl's blood. Harry was totally unconcerned with anything else in the world apart from feeling my sperm flooding into her body, I had given scant thought to the fact that Harry was old enough for me to get pregnant but as soon as the testosterone began to flow that thought left me. I managed good control of my body, I had given Harry a half-dozen orgasms before I finally let my juice fly into her, and because of that control, when I finally did climax I filled her totally. I was looking at her face as the first of my seed fired out of the end of my penis, he eyes opened wide as the feeling filled her and flooded over her. She was covered in sweat from the exertion of all those orgasms and as I pumped my second firing into her she pulled herself hard against my body and dissolved into my arms. My cock jerked a third time and she whispered, "Thank you," into my ear. We staid in that position for ages, me kneeling on the floor, her, legs wrapped around my back, arms around my neck, holding herself against me, alternating between kissing my neck and whispering her thanks. There was a shrill ring of a telephone, not my ring tone, Harry reached into her school bag, she was careful not to break the seal between my cock and her vagina but even that slight movement caused great globules of my semen, mixed with her lubricant and blood, to fall from between us. "No dada, I'm still at school, it was cross-country practice today, I'll be home soon." Harry closed the flap on her phone, she really wanted to stay connected to me all night but she had already had the warning message that her father was aware that she was out. I wanted to break our bond, but Harry held us together for as long as she could, as my cock finally slid from her newly opened sex she winced once more and I noticed a trail of fresh blood along the top of my cock. Even though I had climaxed and the male body naturally produces a chemical that would normally knock a cock back down to it's pre-erect size, the sight and feeling this girl was giving me had kept me hard until the spell was broken. We both dressed in silence, Harry sat in the front passenger seat once more and pressed the control that span her round to face the front, I had to leave the car again and climb back into the front. "Drive me to the back gate of the school, will you?" Harry said, I felt a little guilty for the first time, I thought that she was sad because she had lost something precious to her in the back of a car with a man old enough to be her father. At the back gate of the school a security guard stepped out of his office as I approached the gate, he raised the barrier as if he knew me. Harry directed me to the doorway into the changing rooms and asked me if I would give her a lift home after she had showered. I nodded and sat working on my PC, I created the order form from the afternoon's meeting. I connected the built in computer to the internet using my mobile phone and sent an electronic order through to the manufacturers. I also sent the billing information to my office at home so that I would be able to finish everything up in the least time when I finally returned home. Harry walked out of the building as the screen was whirring back into the pod in the roof of the car. I took her directions and drove her to the end of her street, as we drove along Harry asked me if I wanted to see her again, I didn't know what to say but I said that it would be lovely to see her again and soon. The smile on Harry's face lit up my whole car, as she jumped out of the seat she kissed me a warm and passionate kiss on the lips and then was gone. I took a different route home; I ended up saving time because I only passed through one checkpoint. I remembered to stop off at the out of town shopping centre, I decided on flowers and chocolates instead of the jewellery as Sue had little to be mad at me about. Well I got her a lovely broach as well as I passed a small jewellers, after Harry, I guess I had a little to be forgiven for too. Sue wasn't home when I reached there, it was seven o'clock and I had expected that she would have been home from about two in the afternoon, I phoned her mother to see if she was there and discovered that she had just left, as I put the phone down I hoped it was to come home. I received a text message on my mobile phone, Harry was asking for Sue's mobile number, her message said that some of the girls wanted to invite Sue to a party, and that she hoped I wouldn't mind my wife having a little fun, after all I had my fun that afternoon, the message ended with a little smiley face. I replied that Sue didn't have a mobile and that the girls would have to invite Sue to a party using our land-line, I added the number so that Harry could ring, just as the message left my hand set I heard Sues car pull onto the drive. I had spent a few minutes placing the flowers in a vase, I had even given my best attempt at arranging them tastefully, the chocolates were resting against the vase and the broach against the chocolates, and all were standing where the dirty dishes from the night before had been, before I washed and dried them. Sue walked in the house and I heard her walk past the living room door and on to the kitchen, then the door from the dining room into the living room opened and Sue stood there crying. I was hoping that the tears were of joy rather than sadness but didn't get a chance to find out, the phone chose that exact moment to ring and as Sue was walking past it she picked it up. Sue started a conversation with, I assume Harry or one of her friends, and took the handset into the passageway to finish the conversation. When she came back in the room and hung up the phone she came to my side and kissed me, she told me that she didn't deserve a man as wonderful as me and hugged me as if she was trying to squeeze me into two, probably to make me twice the man I was. Sue asked if I would mind if she went out to a party, a girl friend had just invited her, she said that she wouldn't be very late as she had to go to work in the morning, I kissed her and told her to go and have a great time. There are parties and there are parties but this was a "PARTY" Paul had really pissed me off, making such a big deal about his dammed car, I was feeling really guilty when I got home late from my afternoon's pleasure. Half of me really wanted to confess everything but he was such a pig about his car that I decided not to tell. He had cooked our evening meal, it had been ready for over an hour and was now totally ruined, to make things worse, Paul had waited for me to get home to eat so his meal was ruined too. I was boiling up inside, the food was totally inedible but Paul was sitting there eating his while reading through a quote for his business, a thing that made me mad at him even if we are on the best of terms. I stomped away from the table, threw my food in the bin and dumped the plate and cutlery on the draining board, as the sink was full of the cooking pots. Our standard agreement was that 'he' who cooked didn't wash or dry, for 'he' substitute she when I cooked. I could have washed the pots; it would have kept me out of Paul's way for an hour or so but I decided to wash his dammed car instead. I spent an hour washing it and cleaning the outside and I decided to go straight to bed after I finished scrubbing the white carpet clean. I was in bed by nine o'clock, pretended to be asleep when Paul came to join me after midnight, I actually wondered if he even noticed that I wasn't there with him all night. I didn't even close my eyes all night, I couldn't, the afternoons 'after school activity' were running through my head, over and over again. I decided to get up at five in the morning, an hour before my usual alarm call, and I was at work an hour early too. I realised that by doing that I could have cost Paul a contract as he was so bad at waking up but that didn't bother me the way I felt right now. The day dragged on, I worked until one in the afternoon without a break; those seven hours seemed like seventy the day went so slow. I knew that there would be a mountain of pots waiting for me at home so I went to my mothers instead. I spent the afternoon with mother; she asked me about every five minutes, "What's the matter with you?" I was trying to work out how to tell my mother that her daughter was quite possibly a lesbian and quite probably a paedophile to boot. But then how can you tell a mother that sort of thing. It was getting dark when I decided to tell her or to go home; I chose the cowards' way out and went home. Paul's car was on the drive, I went straight into the kitchen, the mountain of pots were gone and in their place was a wonderfully thoughtful flower arrangement, chocolates and stunning broach. I was suddenly hit by tiredness or emotion or guilt but whatever it was I burst into tears. I just wanted to fall into Paul's arms and thank him in the best possible way for, well just being him, that grating mix of pigheaded bog man and new romantic gentleman. Before I could fall into his arms though the phone rang, I took the call and hearing the voice on the other end switched my tears off instantly, I recognised the voice but couldn't put a name to it, she was one of the girls from the previous day's shower party, I felt my face blush and rushed into the hall, "How the hell did you get this number?" I whispered into the mouthpiece. Sian introduced herself and told me that it mattered less how but that she could get it. She invited me to a party, there were six men and only five women, she needed me to be there within the next half hour, it was less an invitation to a party and more a command performance. I remembered the sales assistant in the school outfitters shop warning me about the sort of families that the children of St Peter & Paul belonged too and decided that I had little choice than to go, especially now that they obviously knew where I lived. I took the address from Sian and returned to Paul. I gave him a kiss and a hug for being so 'him', I hugged him tightly to try and hide the fact that I was shaking all the way to my boots, Paul was very understanding and told me to have a great time. I drove to the house, it was in a fringe area where both sides seemed to be able to live in harmony, the house was impressive though, we could have fitted our ground floor into the entrance hall of this house, there were five cars on the drive when I pulled on to it and there was still room for more. The door opened as I approached, I recognised the face of the girl who opened it and instantly connected the voice and then the name, she was Sian, the smallest of the girls in the shower, she looked totally different now though, she looked easily twenty years old, she took my coat and placed it in the cloak room. She extended her hand to me and led me toward a back room, I asked her in passing how old she was and she tried to avoid the question, I slowed down and told her I needed to know, she told me that she was sixteen, I stopped in my tracks, she said, "I know you prefer younger than me but just give this party a chance I'm sure you'll love it!" I relaxed and walked behind her once more there were ten people in the room waiting for us, I was sat in front of a computer, I was told to fill in all the questions honestly, the first few involved quite a lot of typing, my name, date of birth, and a few more intimate questions, then the rest of the questions were simple 'Y' or 'N' key presses as the machine went through a series of interactive questions like number of sexual partners '0', to which I answered 'N' and then the screen changed to number of sexual partners less than 10, to which I answered truthfully 'Y' much to the derision of the group watching my typing. Each question was similar to that, I blushed when I was asked if I had ever had anal intercourse and I put 'N', that was one question that I hadn't ever expected to be asked. It seemed like an age to me while I was typing but eventually all my details were entered and my information was added to the database, a useful message came on the screen to tell me that, then there was a 'Ta-Da' sound and a button appeared on the screen asking if we were ready to play the game, Sian pressed the button marked yes and the message was replaced with Throw the dice and record the result. As it was Sian's party she threw and got a four, after telling the computer a message came on the screen the oldest in the room is to kiss the youngest, which was quickly replaced with Sue to kiss Sian, and another message saying to press when the kiss was finished, there were other buttons like instruction refused or participant failed, Sian stood in front of me waiting, she reminded me that the instruction was for me to kiss her not the other way round. The games instructions had to be followed to the letter. So I kissed Sian, she made it easy for me, as my lips touched hers and I was about to pull away she put her hand behind my head and held me there, she even encouraged my tongue out to play in her mouth, and so we soul-kissed for a few minutes. Sian pressed the button to say that we had finished the kiss and the next message filled the screen, Robert to threw the dice and enter the results. Rob threw a two and the computer gave Rob the task of kissing Dave, Rob got all indignant, there's no bloody way I'm kissing Dave, Sian pressed the instruction refused button, the screen changed to red and a message that Robert was no longer to play the game. Sian quickly pressed the back button, and looked at Rob, he kissed Dave on the cheek, just a quick peck and that was that. Sian pressed the kiss finished button and the screen turned red once again, Robert was being deleted from the database and would not be allowed to play the game ever again. Everyone in the room, with the exception of me, started to grumble, some had been waiting for the game to start for hours and to have it end so soon was galling to them. Then the screen changed to a single button asking for a response when Robert had left the party. Sian told Robert to go, he was mad as hell, called us all sorts of names but left the house. Sian pressed the button to signify that Robert was no longer here, the screen changed once again, a player had been identified, Simon, would you like to play the game with new participant Simon or end, Sian asked for the database entry for Simon, he was 18, lived very close, his postcode was displayed on screen and a full inventory of his answers were available for us all to see, Sian selected the 'Y' option and a message said that Simon had been invited, then a few seconds after that Simon had accepted and his ETA was less than tem minutes. Then Dave was asked to throw the dice, he got a three, he was told to drink a single spirit measure of his choice, neat and it had to be finished in one gulp. Dave accepted his task and completed it, then computer chose the next participant, all the tasks generated were innocent, I worked out that was because we were a person short. Simon arrived, he was very good looking and his arrival was entered into the computer, the next few challenges were directed at getting Simon into the spirit of the game, he was instructed to kiss Sian, the next time Simon got picked he was instructed to kiss me. The game went on, while others were involved in completing tasks Sian explained that the game was linked to the internet, other players could see what we were being told to do, and they could read our profiles, and that in the past the computer had picked two guests from one party to go to another party that was happening close by, I watched as a girl was instructed to take off her top, she complied eagerly, the game turned almost into a striptease director, and by ten o'clock we were all, including me, naked, all the boys were hard with the excitement of it all, and Simon was told to give oral sex to Clare, I noticed that Clare's profile was now on the screen, she was seventeen, a virgin, never had oral sex and had no sexual partners, as part of the task Sian was told to press the task completed button only if she believed that Clare had reached a climax from Simon's mouth alone. My heart was beating really fast as Clare lay on the sofa waiting for Simon to do his thing, her pussy was thinly covered with auburn hair and Simon kept having to pull away while he cleared fallen trees from his mouth, as Clare reached her panicle, gasping for breath, her first climax at another persons instigation, the room burst into applause. Sian pressed the complete button and I watched as Clare's profile changed to show that she had one lover and had received oral sex. The bottom of the screen changed colour and a message rolled across the screen, congratulations to Clare for breaking her duck, the message was from a party that was happening in New York and the people at that party had just seen Clare's profile change. At eleven o'clock Dave was tasked with find 'KY gel' or similar and rub it into Sues ass, I was talking to Sian at the time and so missed the whole message, Dave took my hand and turned me away from the computer screen, I had seen two people kiss the ass of someone else and thought that Dave had been tasked with kissing mine. When I felt the gel covered finger touch between my cheeks it was too late to stop him, his grease covered finger met a lot of resistance but managed to make it a little way into my 'brown eye', he pulled his finger out and wiped the excess grease around my anal muscle. It was dawning on me that the game was using the profile of each person to move them on in their sexual experience, because I had said that I hadn't had anal sex I was being prepared for that eventuality. Fifteen minutes later Simon was tasked with performing anal sex with Sue. I was trying to back out of it but Sian was begging me not to break the game up, it would be too late to replace me now, and anyway she was sure that I would love it. Two of the boy's pulled me over the back of the sofa, one held each of my, my feet were on the floor behind the sofa and my bare breasts were pressed into the seat back cushions, I couldn't see Simon approach me but I sure as hell felt him. Even though I had a lot of grease around my ass hole and David had already pushed his finger into that virgin hole, nothing could prepare me for the pain of a rock hard eighteen year olds cock forcing my sphincter muscle open. Simon had performed anal sex before but that didn't mean that he was good at it, he pushed too hard in his eagerness to deflower my anal virginity, he didn't rest after he had opened me up, he just pushed even harder, he fucked my ass hole exactly as he would have fucked my pussy. It hurt like hell and I fought the two boys holding me down but couldn't get free, after a few minutes the pain subsided and was replaced with numbness and finally with pleasure, as Simon climaxed into my asshole it actually felt nice. He was panting with the effort of his climax and he stood for several minutes after he had cum with his cock still connected to my asshole, I felt every twitch as his manhood started to recede and he eventually popped out of my ass, followed by a huge amount of dirty, brown, stained sperm. Sian gave me a sanitary pad and my panties back so that I could sit comfortably and without messing the place up. I watched as the button was pressed and my profile changed to show that I had received anal sex. Simon was tasked with kissing all of the people in the room, men as well as women and the next throw of the dice tasked Simon with walking Clare home and Simon and Clare were out of the game. Sian told me that the game would soon be over, I was glad about that as I would have to go to work early in the morning and I would have normally been in bed by now. I was tasked with performing oral sex on Dave and after he climaxed into my mouth, and I had to prove that he had buy French kissing everyone in the room while holding his sperm in my mouth before swallowing it all. After the computer was told that I had completed that task I was given a further task of taking Dave to his house and Dave and I were out of the party. As I drove Dave home, the radio announced the one o'clock news, I had to be up in five hours and at work in six, and I was driving the opposite way to home. Dave thanked me for the lift home and he asked if I would like to go in with him, he told me that he had recovered from his climaxing in my mouth, "Ant by the way, that was the best blow job I have had in my life!" He said, I refused his kind offer and he wrote his number in the palm of my hand, "give me a call when you want me to finish what we started tonight!" and with that, and a long lingering kiss Dave was gone. It was almost two in the morning when I finally drove into my drive, all the lights were out except the hall light, I would have loved to let Paul see my bald pussy mound, which I suddenly realised that he hadn't seen yet, I would have love to feel my husbands cock inside my pussy, I realised that I had given and received oral sex, received anal sex and I had been masturbated during the evening but no one had actually fucked me properly, I was actually feeling a little frustrated, but too dammed tired to do anything about it now. I slipped into bed without disturbing Paul, and no sooner had my eyes closed than my clock woke me up, I felt like shit, I had kept my pants on all night, with that sanitary towel in place just in case I messed the bed up in the night. I did my usual toilet visit, my poo was very runny, consummate with having a large volume of eighteen year olds spunk deposited in there. I felt my pussy, there were the beginnings of hair re-growth, I made a note to pick up some veet during the day. I decided not to shower and dress right away, instead I made Paul his coffee and woke him with my mouth attached firmly to his cock, as he woke I asked him what he thought to my pussy being totally hairless, he said, "I'll have to buy you flowers, chocolates and jewellery more often if this is what happens. I straddled him and pressed his cock into my love tunnel and rode him like the stallion he was, it went through my mind that I would love to feel his cock in my bottom but he was twice the size of Simon and so I thought that I would need a little more experience with smaller men first. I shuddered at that thought and rode all the harder until Paul could hold back no longer. I was an hour early for work yesterday and an hour late today, my boss told me I really needed a new clock, I thought he said cock and just said, "Mmmmmm!" I had been at work for ten minutes when I received an e-mail from big_brother_party_special@yahoo.co.uk, I realised that when I was giving my information I was asked for my e-mail address, the only address I could use was the one for work, but I never dreamed that I would receive any e-mails from the game at work. I waited until no one around to see and opened the e- mail; I was terrified that it would contain a virus or something much worse, perhaps a printout of everything I did and was done to me the previous night. I breathed a sigh of relief when the e-mail finally opened, the message was short and reasonably innocent, "Webmaster John has detected that the address provided for in the profile belongs to a business customer and therefore may not be used for game playing, the new address r4ysw@hotmail.com, with your postcode as password, has been reserved for your future game playing." I wrote the address down and closed the message, then I deleted the e-mail from my list and ate the monitor to keep the message secret. Well all but the eat the monitor part; I'm on a low Polly vinyl chloride diet at the moment. Work was really difficult, I had spent forty-eight hours with little or no sleep, had been extremely active, especially in the sexual department and was finding it difficult to concentrate. When I finally returned home at two in the afternoon I should have gone right to bed so that I would have been more alive for Paul's return from work at six but I didn't, my curiosity had been peaked and I opened the internet on Paul's office PC, I realised that if Paul hadn't used the automatic log in facility I would have been lost before I started because I would never know his password. I opened Hotmail.com's site and typed r4ysw@hotmail.com and my postcode, I was rejected, then I did it again but this time I left out the space between the character blocks and the screen opened. I had fourteen new messages waiting for me, I expected thirteen to be spam and one to be from the game but I was wrong. The first message was from the game, it listed my current profile information and gave me instructions on how to alter those parts of the profile that may be wrong. I was also asked to fill in other information, things like am I available for unsolicited party invites, I could switch that feature on or off at will, so that I could make myself available for a game right now, while I read the rest of the messages and then turn that part off when Paul arrived home. I decided to make myself available, then I was asked to fill in a sub profile, age ranges, sexual mix, sexual orientation, I marked all as open, available for all. I started to read the messages, they were from gamers that had been following our party the night before, asking for meetings with me, asking me to join a future party with them, telling me I sounded really sexy in my profile, offering to make my anal intercourse count two or more. There was a loud 'boing' sound from the internal speaker that made me almost jump out of my skin. I had been invited to join in a party that had been running for nineteen hours. It was only three streets away and I was given links to the profiles of the players left in the game and their progress, there were six men, eighteen to twenty-five years old and two women, one sixteen and one forty years old, from the names they were mother and daughter and from their profiles they were both very well experienced. I was torn between rejecting the invitation and sleeping, and accepting and having a little fun. No contest, I selected the accept button, then there was a pause while my details were obviously being sent to the gamers and then the address appeared on my screen, and I was told I had ten minutes to get to the address. I walked around to the house, it took exactly nine minutes, which included logging off of the PC, grabbing my coat and leaving a, "home soon" message for Paul, just in case It took longer than three hours to complete the game. The door was open when I arrived; all the curtains at the front of the house were closed, I knocked the door and walked in calling out, "Hi, Sue here." As the front door closed behind me with a solid clunk, a sudden thought entered my head, what if this was the house of a rapist or axe murderer instead of a group of innocent game players. The door to the living room opened and an older woman stepped out to greet me, she was totally nude and she gave me a kiss and took my coat, she directed me into the living room where the younger woman was sucking the cock of one man and being fucked by another, "I'm Mandy and that's my daughter Kim, the man with the camera is my husband Ken and well you'll get to meet the rest in time!" Ken asked me if I was ok with some of the game being filmed, "Strictly against the rules so if you don't want me to film I'll put the camera away now!" Ken said. The game was informed that I had arrived, and the message appeared on screen that Bill and Greg could stop their task as I had arrived. The screen message, "Sue to throw the dice" popped on screen, I threw and rolled a five, that was entered and the task was for Ken to kiss Sue and remove all clothing from the top of her body. Ken started a passionate kiss and kept it up while he stripped everything form my top. Then it was Kim to throw the dice, three, Kim to kiss Sue, Kim did as instructed, I could taste the semen in her mouth from the man that she was sucking when I walked in. Mandy to throw, three, Mandy to give oral sex to Kate, Sue to remove her skirt, within minutes I was as naked as the rest of them, Ken took a few photographs of me, I asked him what he did with the photographs and he said that they were for the family album, on one else would ever see them. We all followed the games instructions, one was for the three women to form an eternal triangle, which meant that we all gave oral sex to each other, I loved that task, I was eating Kim out while she was eating her mother and her mother was eating me, the men all looked on and Ken clicked away with his camera. At around five o'clock I was given the task, "have simultaneous sex with five men of your choice, I left Ken out so that he could play with his camera, I got one man to lay on his back, I climbed on top with my back to him, carefully impaling my bottom on his cock, I had chosen wisely, I picked the man with the smallest, thinnest, cock for that first position, then I invited the second man to climb on top of me, got a third to stand behind us all and the other two to stand each side, then I allowed my head to fall back over the first mans head so that it was upside down facing the man behind us all. I grasped the man on each side's cock in each hand and as I started to masturbate them the man standing behind inserted his cock in my mouth and the other two started to fuck me. Mandy had fed in all this information into the computer, putting names to each man taking each position. The computer let this go on for a few minutes then beeped loudly, Mandy told us we could stop now, inside I said to myself dam why stop now. The game was nearing it's completion, although none of us actually knew it, there were a few more tasks set, I had to allow each man to fuck me in the ass for thirty seconds, I asked the tiny coked guy to start and lined the men up in size of cock order. It was a fantastic feeling to have six men fuck my ass in quick succession even if each one only did me for thirty seconds; I managed several climaxes in that few minutes. Mandy and Kim had sex with a double dildo, Kim had sex with her father, but each instruction since I had arrived had carried the codicil, "With out the man climaxing!" it was just before six o'clock when the message "The women to form the shower star" was displayed, there was a help screen for the people like me that didn't know what a showery star was, Mandy, Ken and Kim didn't need the help screen, every one was dragged out into the garden, the rear garden was totally private, the lawn looked like a bowling green, it was so neatly cropped. Mandy positioned me so that I was lying on my back on the grass; Kim lay at one hundred and twenty degrees to me, with her head next to mine, her mother taking the third point od our three person star. Kim kissed me and said, "You might want to close your eyes and mouth for this one!" I looked up and the six men were standing so that two were above each of us girls and then they started to masturbate. I watched closely and then a string of sperm flew into my face, narrowly missing my eye, then I closed my eyes, I felt jet after jet of sperm hitting my face and breasts, I could hear from the noises all around me that Kim and Mandy were being christened likewise. All went quiet and I was starting to move when Kim told me it wasn't finished yet, she turned her head slightly, kissed me on the lips and then started to eat the men's sperm from my face, she licked a string from one of my eyelids and I opened my eyes, I wish I hadn't, the men hadn't finished, the were merely allowing their erections to subside enough to allow them to urinate, I watched as golden fountains cascaded from six cocks. They were deliberately aiming at our faces and between our legs, making sure that they covered out breasts as they moved from one to the other. When they finally finished pissing on us we three girls all went into the bathroom together to shower, we each took turns in washing the other, so that there were always two women washing one. Ken had input all the relevant details, Mandy told me that this would be the end of the game for sure, after all the men had climaxed what could they do for the next hour, she punctuated the last comment with a lot of giggling. I arrived home at six forty-five, just in time to tear up the note I had left for Paul. I sat with a warm glow emanating from every orifice, after the first time I had anal sex I had thought that it would be weeks before I would want to try it again, but I had done it less that twenty-four hours later, not only that but done it with six different men, and now I would like to do it again. Paul asked if I had cooked anything, I told him I thought we could eat out and he was all for that. After the meal we returned home, I asked Paul if he had to do any work tonight, he told me that there was nothing that couldn't wait, that was the first time I had ever had that response from him in all the time we were married. I told Paul that I thought we could have an early night, I had a new game that I would like him to try and see if he liked it. When I invited Paul to fuck my ass, he almost choked, when he slipped his huge cock between my ass cheeks, and his cock met almost no resistance, he told me that it felt absolutely fantastic and spent over an hour fucking me in the ass before filling me totally with his sperm. I found a tampon and slipped it up inside my bottom as Paul pulled his cock out, I could feel the pressure of his seed inside my bum, held there with the tampon, it was a constant reminder to me as I fell asleep just how wonderful sex could be. And into each life a little rain must fall. Before falling asleep I had decided to tell Paul everything in the morning, he fell asleep almost as soon as he filled my ass with his lovely hot cum and I had a little while to mull things over before I followed him along morphuous's path. I woke as usual at six, got ready for work, showered, breakfasted, dressed and then took Paul a cup of coffee. As I went about my morning ritual I realised that Paul had said nothing about my newly shaved mound, nothing about the fact that his above average sized cock slipped effortlessly into what should have been a tight virgin ass. I was a little confused but was still determined to confess all, get it off my chest once and for all. Paul was sleeping when I entered the bedroom; he had kicked off the duvet and was lying on his back naked as the day he was born. I was fully dressed, had all my make up on and had showered but I still couldn't resist waking him up again with a blow-job. I was careful that only my mouth touched his cock and no other part of his body, he was fully erect when he woke up and climaxed within seconds of opening his eyes, he just said, "Wow!" I drank his spunk down greedily, he wanted me to ride him again as I did the previous day but I told him I had to work, and now I had to do my make up all over again. I told him that I had something to tell him, a confession to make but hi placed a finger against my lips, stopping me mid sentence. He told me that he was sure that every couple in the world had things that their partners deserved to know but were much better left unsaid. I decided that meant that Paul mush have had an idea that I had been playing away from home but that he didn't mind. "Just so long as you walk through that front door to me every day, that's all that matters!" Paul said. With that I left the bedroom, reapplied the lippy and went to work on time for a change. The weekend was approaching and the whole party idea was buzzing through my mind. I rang Paul on his mobile phone just before I finished work for the day, we chatted about this and that and I slipped into the conversation that there may be an adult party in town and asked if he would like to check one out. Paul sounded interested but I got the impression that he wouldn't like going into a strange environment, so I dropped the idea. In the staff car park, lecherous Len sidled over to me and asked if I had ever been to an orgy, to be honest I thought that this was another of Lens attempts at getting me into bed, not just me, any living breathing woman would do for Len. I told him that it wasn't my thing at all. Len smiled at me as he handed me a strip of paper, he told me to visit this web page and see what my twin sister was getting up to. I pushed the paper into my handbag and opened the internet the instant I got home, the site Len had given me turned out to be an adult news group, there were several photographs of me and others from the previous days game, fortunately the photographs were very poor quality and I would easily be able to deny being the subject but I was very mad at Ken fro posting them. I opened hotmail and sent a message to the main account asking how I could report bad conduct by a game host. Within seconds there was a message in my in box, "Webmaster John would like a face to face meeting to discuss problems." I was invited to a café in the town centre and I had just half an hour to change and get there. I parked in a pay and display, and as I approached the café door I realised that John had given me no indication how o would recognise him in the café. I walked in and a young man stood and held out his hand to me, I took it instinctively and was drawn to the table and placed on a seat by that one hand contact. "Hi Sue, and what problems are you having with the game" he said. I asked if he was John, he shook his head; John was a generic name for game administrators, he wouldn't tell me his real name so I would just have to keep calling him John. I explained that I had been to two parties, John said that he knew that already, he had checked out my profile and game stats before asking to meet me. As soon as I said the word camera John got very agitated, "Strictly against the rules for gamers to photograph the game!" he barked under his breath, so that only I could hear him, when I mentioned the newsgroup I thought he was going to have a coronary. John took a while to calm down but eventually he thanked me for bringing it to the game's attention, then he asked if that was all, I almost said, "Yes that's all" but didn't, instead I asked how could I get to host a game from my own home, John lifted his briefcase off of the floor, he flicked through a large fine and eventually looked up at me, you have only taken part in two games so far how can you be sure that you want to host one. I explained that I would like my husband to join me in a game but that he would feel uncomfortable outside his own environment. John understood, he went back through the large file once more, and said, "I think you have proven that you are a gamer at heart. The only other think is the three hundred pounds fee!" I bulked a little at that, "Why so much?" I asked, John explained that there was a large infrastructure that had to be paid for and the game controller wasn't cheap. "OK so where do I pay the money and can I do it by check or credit card?" I asked, "Strictly cash, here in thirty minutes" John said, and then he ordered an all day breakfast with coffee from the waitress. It took only fifteen minutes to get to my bank, fill out a check for three hundred pounds cash and collect the money from the teller. I was back in the café in twenty, John wasn't sitting where I left him and I turned and left feeling very let down, a car screeched to a halt beside me, the door opened and I was told to get in. I didn't recognise the driver and as we drove he handed me a black hood and told me to put it on. We drove for thirty minutes, I knew we were going in circles for most of the time but it was just to throw me off the track of where I was being taken, and I really hoped that it was part of the game and nothing more sinister. The car stopped and I was helped out, the hood removed and I blinked a few times, John was standing in front of me, he apologised for the cloak and dagger stuff but the game depended on secrecy. The car had stopped inside of a derelict factory unit, John led me to a portable cabin type office that had been placed inside the vast empty space. He took a large black, Perspex, box from a shelf, I recognised it instantly, Sian had one just like it on a shelf above her computer, "It's a clock, a big ugly clock, Sian had one above her Pc and Ken had one on a shelf behind the living room door!" then it dawned on me that Ken was careful to open the living room door whenever he was collecting his camera but it didn't seem out of place to me at the time. John asked for the money, I handed it over, a lot of money for an ugly digital clock. There was a control box connected out of the back of the clock by a thin cable, a second cable with a 'USB' plug and a power supply. John pointed out two sockets in the back of the controller, one was for a 'USB' and the other looked like a telephone plug, a 'USB' to telephone adaptor finished the kit. John explained that, depending on the type of connection to the internet the controller just went in line, the 'USB' socket for broadband and the telephone socket for dial-up. And the free wire either went into a 'USB' port on the PC or the modem socket to complete the connection. The 'clock' had to be in an unobstructed position, with a clear view of the room. An alarm bell rang at that comment, this was a camera, not a clock or a controller but a camera, John nodded his head, whenever a game was being plaid the contestants were being checked to make sure they were actually playing the game and not news reporters or police or anything, he giggled a little when he pointed out that sometimes the watcher sends tasks to spice things up even more than the game would be normally. I asked how I could be sure that they weren't just filming things to sell on the Internet, "Ken will show you just how seriously we take your privacy!" and with that I was invited to leave, complete with hood. When we stopped I asked the driver if I could keep the hood, just as a joke but got no response, I wasn't told to remove the hood or anything else, after a long silence I took the hood off anyway, I was alone in the car and the driver's door was left open. I walked away, carrying my game kit and as I passed a man talking to two policemen he said "That's my car over there, it was stolen when I went in the café for dinner!" He was pointing at the car I had just vacated. I was home by four o'clock, the controller was inline by ten past and I started the PC as soon as I had pushed the case back into position. There was a message in my in box from webmaster John, I had decided to just delete the one hundred and fifty messages from other gamers that were queuing up in my e-mail list. "Congratulations on correct connection, your living room looks lovely" was the main message, there were links to "How to start a game" and other things so I set about reading up ready for Friday night, when I was planning on a little game for Paul. I had to set the game dynamics, number of men, number of women, age range for each, participants or if I wanted random guests and game length. I started to fill in the details ready for the next day, I had selected me, of course, from a list of profiles, entered that there would be one new player, which would be Paul and I requested four random players, two male and two female with ages between eighteen and forty-five. I set the start time and date for seven o'clock the next day and was about to close the connection when I was prompted for a few details of the new player. I answered all the questions as best I could on Paul's behalf, I was also asked if I was the new player or filling in details for him, I typed in an explanation that I was filling in on Paul's behalf as the game was to be a surprise for him. I received a message, like the ones that occurred sporadically during the first game I plaid. "I'm John, willing to join in your party tomorrow if accepted." There was a link to John's profile, including a photograph, he lived close judging by his postcode and he seemed to be well experienced in the game. I accepted him and received a 'thank you' message back, again just as I was about to close I received another message "Hi twins from the other side of town, would you like us to play in your game?" I selected one of the link to the provided profiles, it was for a girl, eighteen years old, had attended one game session only before and was inexperienced in most sexual aspects, I accepted her and then clicked the link to the second girl, the details were almost exactly the same as the fires but she had played the game twice, I accepted her too. I still had twenty-six hours before the party and was missing only one contestant, so I felt really good that my first game as host would be a success. Paul burst through the door, cant you hear the warnings he shouted at me, I was fast asleep on the sofa, sleepless nights during the week had caught up with me, I could just hear the tanoy message being broadcast from the army land rover, "There is a suspected bomb in the area, open all doors and windows, close all curtains and protect yourself by an internal structural wall." Was being repeated over and over as the car drove around the streets. Paul rushed arouns the top floor and I opened the windows on the ground floor, we pulled the sofa against the wall separating the dining room from the living room and sat behind it. Within minutes there was a distant "Whumph!" followed by the sound of high wind passing by, "That was a baby one!" Paul said. It took a long time before the all clear was sounded, Paul wanted to go and see what had happened, where the baby bomb had been set off, from the sound and lack of damage we had both assumed that the army had detonated the bomb by controlled explosion. I needed to tell Paul something before we went rushing around the streets, Paul had turned on the TV hoping that our little excitement would be in the evening news report. The TV came to life as the news reporter was reporting that an Internet service provider had suffered a severe virus attack, the attack had wiped all information off of the providers news groups database, I looked at the slip of paper that Len the letch had given me and noticed that the company that had been attacked was the one hosting the news group with my photographs on. "News just in, a private house in Kerryman Walk was destroyed a few moments ago by terrorist bombers, no one was hurt but the family, who we can not name yet were seriously shaken. I coded warning was telephoned to the police just fifteen minutes before the blast occurred." I turned the TV off, I had a good idea exactly what house had just been destroyed and as Paul was still keen to go and see I took him directly to the house that had been home to Ken the photography freak. Paul recognised one of the police officers standing guard with the British squaddies, they had been at school together, Paul attracted the coppers attention, a few moments later, making it appear as if he was taking a statement from us the copper told Paul what they knew. The couple had been arrested and the daughter taken into care, it was a punishment bombing because the couple were involved in incest and paedophilia, the coded warning had included the location of photographs of the family into all sorts of sex with their own daughter and other kids in the area. The army were convinced that the bomb was set by a real artist, he totally destroyed just the one house and hardly touched anything else in the street. I felt a chill running down my spine, this is what the webmaster had told me to expect, I realised that I was playing with fire but now that I had started the ball rolling I didn't dare try to chicken out now. Over our evening meal I asked Paul if he was happy to play a very adult game, he smiled and said, "What right now?" "No, how about tomorrow?" He told me that he would feel very uncomfortable doing anything at a strangers house, so I informed him that the game would be at our house, just us two and four other people, two men and two women. Paul broke out in a broad smile, "Who are the four?" "I have no idea, they are four strangers who play the game!" "More and more exciting by the minute!" Paul said. I went through the basics of the game, computer driven tasks, PC in the driving seat, have to be honest and do exactly as instructed. Paul looked toward the PC for the first time since he got home, "What the hell is that ugly thing?" Paul said, "Just part of the game!" I replied. I looked at the clock, there was a tiny light on that wasn't lit when I first installed the thing, then I realised that the PC had switched itself on. I turned the monitor on and the game was running, there was a list of eight men wanting to join our Friday night game, Paul and I went through the list and Paul selected the last remaining contestant, I watched as the PC automatically sent rejections to all the remaining men and the party dynamic was set, Paul was about to walk away when the game prompted him to confirm his details. I realised that the guys controlling the game must be looking at us right now through the camera link. Paul spent a little while altering the things that I had input wrongly and selected the finished button. "Is Sue with you now Paul?" The screen flashed up, I thought, "They bloody well know I am!" Paul selected 'Y' "Would you like to play a short introductory game now with Sue?" "Y" "Sue to roll the dice" I didn't think we had one I told Paul, Paul typed in four, "Sue to roll the dice!" came up, Paul didn't understand but I did, they could see that I hadn't rolled a dice. I remembered we had an old monopoly game that I wouldn't play with Paul anymore because he was too dammed competitive, I rushed up to our bedroom found the set and brought the dice and shaker down, I rolled and got a four, Paul typed in four, "Paul to remove Sue's panties using only his teeth!" I had tights on and Paul told me to take them off first, I said that he would have to do it, and using only his teeth, I took his tie out of his suit jacket pocket in the hall and returning, tied his hands behind his back, I pulled the sofa around so that it was directly in front of the PC. Paul laughed, "Its not like the game can see you!" I just told him to humour me. It took ages but Paul finally got my panties off using only his teeth. I untied Paul's hands and he selected the task completed button, "Paul to roll the dice" Paul rolled a six, typed it into the PC, "Paul to strip Sue totally, got to her closet and retrieve her sheerest blouse and shortest skirt," Paul had me nude in seconds, I felt very self conscious knowing that the game camera was on, I was sure that the extra light was on to show the camera was active. It took seconds for Paul to return with a blouse that was totally see-through and a skirt that I should have thrown away ten years before. I would often wear the blouse over a camisole top but I had never contemplated wearing it on its own, without even a bra under, Paul insisted I put the two things on "Humour me!" He said. "Paul to roll the dice," Paul looked at me, "I thought that it was your turn now?" "The game isn't fare, it chooses participants randomly" I said. Paul rolled a four, typed it in, "Paul to escort Sue to the nearest pub, club or bar and remain there for at least an hour. Paul must not tell anyone in the bar that Sue is his wife and must not interfere with the proceedings, what will be will be!" Paul was a little slow to respond, I reminded him that he had to accept the task, Paul said, "Wait a minute, I have to think about this a bit" I sat down, it took five minutes for Paul to press the task accepted button, "The response was too slow, terminate the game now or accept a further condition to the task!" I told Paul not to piss about this time, Paul accepted a further condition to his task. "Paul must remain at least ten feet from Sue at all times and must remain in the pub, club or bar until closing time!" I told Paul to accept which he did. We turned the light of and closed the door, I told Paul that he should go ahead and I would walk ten feet behind him to the pub. I opened the living room door carefully, the little light was now off, I followed Paul out of the house, he was sitting in his car, he said that we couldn't go to the local pub so we would have to drive to one a little further away. I got in my car and drove behind him all the way to a small out of town pub, I noticed that there was a car following behind me as we drove and assumed it was just part of the game. Paul walked into the pub, it had just four men in the bar, Paul got a pint and sat on a bench seat by the fire, I followed him in as soon as he was seated. I got a Gin and Tonic, every eye in the place was firmly fixed on me, I realised that with the very short skirt and being almost topless I was going to be giving someone a show tonight. I sat at a table, watching the door, and who should walk in just a few moments later but Webmaster John, or whatever his real name was. He got a drink and sat by one of the old-timers on the bar stools, he was whispering something to he old man which was causing him to drool into his beer. I had a few drinks brought for me but had to go on to soft drinks as I had driven John spoke to the landlord, he was really upset at whatever John had said but he walked around the bar closing all the curtains. The dust falling from the material told the fact that this was an unusual occurrence; the final thing the landlord did was to bolt the front door and then he walked through into the lounge, as the door between the two rooms closed I watched him pull a seat in front of the door and sit down on it. I watched John whisper to the old guy again, the old man hopped off of his seat, walked over to me and asked me if I would like to dance, there was background music playing and I accepted his offer. He grabbed me in an old fashioned dance hold, hugging me tightly to his body. He danced me around the room and all the time I could feel his cock growing and pressing into my thigh, I could feel his fingers working at the catch at the back of my skirt and as he twirled me around it fell to the floor. My shirt followed in seconds, I was totally nude, in a bar with six men one of whom was my husband and one the game administrator. I was pushed backwards against a bar table, and the old man made me sit on the edge of the table, he just opened his zipper and fucked me right there in front of everyone, after he lost his load into my pussy another man stepped into his place, his cock slid into me squelching in amongst the old guys cum, it took him a little longer to fill me with his cream but fill me he did. A third man stepped up, he looked at the mess dribbling out of my vagina and he pulled me up, turned me round and pushed me face down onto the table, I looked back, his cock was very respectable in size, just a little shorter that Paul's but a little fatter and extremely hard, he forced his cock into my ass without a thought, and he fucked me there as if he was fucking a cunt, he deposited his load in my ass and as he pulled out I felt hot flesh at my mouth, the fourth man that had been in the bar when we arrived was pressing his cock against my mouth. I looked past him to see Paul wanking, the sight of his wife being fucked by four old guys, strangers, in a public place was too much of a turn on for him to take, as I drank a mouthful of hot semen I watched as Paul splashed his best suit trousers with his own white seed. I was waiting for Webmaster John to put his pork sword into one of my orifices or another but when I looked around he was gone. I heard the landlord shout, "Time ladies and gentlemen please!" From the other side of the lounge door. I quickly put my skirt back on and was fastening my shirt as the landlord walked back into the room, he looked around for John and when he didn't see him he whispered into my ear that he didn't want to see me or my friend in his pub, ever again. I grabbed his arm as he was about to walk away, "Do you really want me to tell my friend that?" the landlords face drained of all colour, "No I suppose I don't!" "Well the next time you see me I suggest that you give me a free drink and just close the bar as you did tonight!" I was so fired up, I didn't know who was in control of the game but I knew that they had great reach, and great power, and a little of that power just rubbed off on me. I left the pub and drove home as fast as I could, I entered the house without turning any of the lights on, the telltale light on the game controller was off but as soon as Paul came in and turned the lights on the telltale came on too, Webmaster John was watching us again. Friday stands at the very junction between the workaday week and the fun weekend but some Fridays are more fun than others. I'm a little worried about Sue, I love the fact that she has suddenly developed an interest in sex, that she seems to have discovered that there is more to making love than missionary position, in the dark, once a month. The main thing that worried me is that she seemed to know exactly where a terrorist bomb went off within moments of it happening, almost as if she knew it was going to happen. I know that she has been visiting societies fringe element, that she had been to parties that by there very nature were illegal but she has never shown an interest in bombings before, not to the point of dragging me off to a blast site as soon as the all clear was sounded. I have to admit the good points to Sue's new lifestyle far outweigh any possible bad sides. Friday morning, I had cleared my afternoon appointments first thing in the morning, most people didn't really want to see me touting for business on a Friday afternoon anyway. I saw a new prospect at nine o'clock, ran through my presentation as quickly as possible, they didn't want the customary samples for the production manager they gave me twenty thousand pounds worth of business which I processed as soon as they left my car using the in- built computer and my mobile phone to send the order to the manufacturers. I added two days to the expected delivery date and took an advice note into the receptionist for them to add to their stock control system to warn the storekeeper that these items would be arriving by the slightly inflated due date. I always found customers to be grateful for early delivery, but the two extra days meant that I could chase the manufactures if needed. I noticed that there was an e-mail waiting on my hotmail account, the message was simple, "FROM: Sam O'Connor MD Town&County Fabrications Ltd. I understand that you supply engineering consumables, I am in urgent need of an alternative supplier, please contact my office soonest. Sam." There was a telephone number to ring and as I was more or less finished for the day I called. Sam was in a meeting but the secretary knew that they needed me as soon as possible, the meeting would be over by noon and if could make it there by then I could have a meeting. I told the woman that I usually spent a few days preparing a presentation for new customers, "I'm sure that Sam would be happier with a meeting today to get things organised rather than a pretty presentation and have another week's wait." I was given directions on how to get to Town&County Fabrications Ltd. and spent a few minutes altering the presentation that I had given an hour earlier, all I could do was to change the customers name to Town&County Fabrications Ltd and hope that the presentation would be enough to get me the order. "Good morning Sir, how may I help you?" Was the cheery response from Town & County's receptionist, "I have a twelve o'clock meeting with Sam O'Connor," "Just one moment Sir!" The receptionist picked up the telephone "Sam, Paul of P & S Engineering Supply is here, ok I'll tell him. Sam will be right down Sir." I was very impressed, I had told no one my company's name, my e-mail address didn't give anything away and I was sure that I wasn't well known enough for people to just recognise me in the street. I was sparked out of my musing by a very good- looking woman approaching the door leading from the factory into reception. She was late thirty's, early forty's, smartly dressed, tastefully made-up and her arms were full of folders, I did the gentlemanly thing and opened the door for her. She dropped the folders on the receptionist's desk and asked her to distribute them around the relevant staff. She took the top folder and walked to my side, she smiled and I was expecting a 'thank you' for opening the door for her but instead she held out her right hand and introduced herself as Sam O'Connor. I followed her from the office, she looked around the car park and spotted my personalised number plate, "I take it the Espace is yours?" I nodded, she said, "Good, you can drive and I'll navigate" I was expecting to run through my presentation in the car but ended up driving Sam to a small country pub, I was driving slowly past the pub looking for a legal parking space and Sam said, "Just pull up outside the front door!" I pointed out the unbroken white line outside which meant that I would get a fine if I was caught parking there. "I'll pay any fine I promise!" Sam responded. She handed me the folder before I got out. I was about to open the folder but Sam said, "There's no need to bother with that right now, it's just my order for the first consignment of supplies, you would have given me seven and a half percent discount I'll expect five just so that we can dispense with all the business before we go inside!" Before Sam walked away from my car she put a small laminated sign under my windscreen wiper of my car, it was just her company logo with the company name underneath. The pub was a small, dingy place, it was all original but it looked exactly like the vogue for making new and faceless pubs into plastic replicas of Irish 'pubs of character'. The bar wasn't full but the three booths around the edge of the room were. Sam walked over to the middle booth and just stood by the table, the two men engaged in the time-honoured pursuit of shooting the alcohol-induced blarney almost leapt out of their seats to vacate their booth. Sam sat down and I assumed that meant that I would have to get the drinks, I asked what she would like and she said, "Stout, please." I went to the bar, ordered a stout for the lady and a diet coke for myself, I expected the barman to pour a half pint of draught stout in a straight glass but instead he went to a small chiller cabinet, took out a pint bottle with no label and a large straight glass. It wasn't particularly hot or humid, rather it was very pleasant but the bottle instantly started to sweat with condensation. The stout was poured with great care to produce the perfect head and the barman finished it off by pouring the final drops of liquid in the shape of a harp. My coke was from a bottle, from an ordinary shelf, half tipped into a twenty-ounce highball glass and the remains left in a bottle, both just pushed in my direction, the stout, on the other hand was carried, on a tray, past me and delivered to Sam at the table. I took money from my pocket and waited for the barman to return, he told me that it had been taken care of and walked into the lounge area of the bar. Sam had given him nothing, had said nothing to him and so I was very confused. Sam took a large drink from her pint which left a white foam moustache on her top lip, I thought to my self, "Now how unappealing is that picture!" But instantly changed my mind when she slowly licked it off. My coke was warm and I grimaced when I tasted it, Sam said that it would have had that effect on her too and laughed. The barman brought two unordered ploughman's lunches and placed one in front of each of us. Sam started to eat her meal and drank the rest of her pint as she ate, her glass was replaced while still a quarter full. I thought that this went far beyond simple 'regular customer' treatment. As soon as Sam finished her meal she told me that she knew about the game, I was shocked, it took me totally by surprise, it was the last thing I was expecting to hear from a new customer. Sam went into great detail of how she had been looking for dirty linen to wash while her daughter was in the shower. She had seen her computer screen and my details were on her daughter's screen, I had put in my profile that I sold engineering supplies and there was my e-mail address too, she had asked around her competitors and found someone who knew me. Her husband had been killed three years earlier by the British, he was on his way to destroy a police station with mortar's. As Sam was detailing her story a police car pulled up outside the pub, the officer walked to my car with a pad of what I took to be parking tickets. He was writing on the pad as he walked to my car, I made to stand, preferring to move the car than get a ticket or clamped and towed away. Sam stopped me, I watched as the police man walked to the front of the car, he looked at the small laminated sign that Sam had placed close to my tax disk. The police man tore the ticket out of his pad, wrote something on the carbon copy and folded it neatly out of the way. He then moved his police car, I could see that he had stopped just at the start of the bend that had necessitated the parking restriction and was sitting there with his blue lights flashing to warn other drivers of the obstruction ahead. I said that I was surprised that I didn't get ten parking tickets if her husband was known as a terrorist. "The police were, and still are, very grateful for the information leading to the prevention of a serious terrorist attack" Sam said. I bulked at her last statement, "The police station backed on to a school, there was more than an even chance that a mortar may have missed the police station and hit the school, my daughter went to the school that the nationalists would have targeted in reprisal." I looked puzzled, "Very early on in the troubles schools and churches were protected from the madness by a linking system, if a protestant church was attacked then it's linked catholic church would have been destroyed or vice versa, the same with schools and hospitals. It was the only way to limit the madness, unfortunately the Good Friday agreement was fast approaching and my husband forgot that simple check and balance in he eagerness to destroy his target.." I thought over what Sam had said, "So why didn't the republicans get you for stopping their plan?" "Their plan was the destruction of that police station and the information it held on their organisation, I chose fire rather than explosion, and the station with all of it's information were destroyed without loss of life, especially the children's lives." So Sam had been the only one to lose out, having lost her husband. Sam explained that this meeting and the order for my company to supply hers in future with components was to get her invited into the game. Sam thought that three years was a respectable period of mourning, she didn't want to remarry just to get back into the sexual mainstream once again, and only when and where she chose. I explained that I had not actually plaid the game yet, that my first night was tonight but that I didn't think it would fall into her idea of her choice of when, where and with whom. I told her that if she went to a game she would be directed by computer what to do and who with, that non-compliance would get her kicked out of that game and could get her removed from the game database so that she could never play again. Sam mulled over what I had said, "It could work well for me, I get to decide when I want to have sex, and the fact that I am a very powerful woman, it could be quite exciting to be forced to do things from time to time." A friend of mine had told me of a country side park, it was close to the pub that I was choking back warm diet coke, couples would go there to have sex in their cars in the car park, or if it were warm enough to have sex in the woods that fringed the car park, he loved to stand and watch. I told him that I thought he was a liar but he assured me it was true, I had never been in this area with time on my hands since to check out his story but I had planned on seeing for myself sometime. I asked Sam if she had to get back to her office desperately urgently, she shook her head. I could kill two birds with one stone, get to see the country side car park and spend a little time with a good looking lady, a lady that had just told me had not had sex in over three years. I invited her for a walk at the Country Park and she accepted. We left the pub, Sam retrieved her sign and I drove past the police car, he turned off his blues and followed a short way until we crossed his area of patrol and he turned back. I paid a pound at the entrance to the car park, stuck the ticket in my window and drove the half-mile to the car park proper. There were eight cars parked there already, two were empty and six had men sitting in them. I glanced to the side as I drove past each car, so that the occupants didn't know I was watching them, they on the other hand made large gestures with their heads in following us as we drove past, they were watching us closely and wanted us to know that we had peaked their interest. I parked as far from the other cars as possible, and I opened Sam's door and crooked my arm so that Sam could link her arm in it if she wanted to. We walked to the park entrance arm in arm, I watched three men leave their cars and start walking toward us. I told Sam that I thought we were about to be followed by three men who wanted to watch us have sex or even join in. Sam said, "Your full of shit, there's no way that would happen." "I'll bet you that if we leave the main path they will follow us to watch." "OK, I'll take that bet, what's it going to be?" "If I'm wrong, I'll give you ten percent discount on your first five repeat orders." "And if you're right?" "If I'm right, you only get five percent discount on your first order instead of seven and a half!" "That's like fifteen to one odds or better, I like those kind of odds." I made Sam slow down so that the men could all get on the path behind us, then I saw a narrow opening in the solid wall of hedgerow at the side of the path, I took Sam's hand and led her through the tight gap, we were inside a huge spiny, there were lots of tracks made by people walking through the spiny, I followed a track leading away at ninety degrees to the main path, so that we went as deep into the spiny as possible in the shortest time. We could hear the footsteps of the men breaking twigs as they followed close behind us. The trail led to a large old oak tree, the narrow path widened out into a large circle, I turned and leaned my back against the tree, pulling Sam close to me. I pressed my left knee between her legs, opening them slightly, placed my left hand on her bottom and my right hand grasped her behind her neck, pulling her mouth to mine. I kissed her, she was closed mouthed at first but as I held our heads together she relaxed into me and her lips relaxed too. The sound of three men making their way in the bushes were getting louder, and then they entered our clearing and stopped. I moved her head so that it looked like I was kissing her ear, I whispered, with my lips touching her ear, "Have I won my bet yet?" Sam shook her head, I pulled her head back so that my lips were touching hers once more, I rubbed my left hand down over her bottom. I was pleasantly surprised when I felt the ridges between panty line and skirt hem that meant that she had stockings and suspender belt on. I pulled her bottom so that her pussy mound was pressing hard against my left thigh. I drew my hand back up, continuing with the pressure, causing her skirt to ride up. I stopped my right hands upward wandering and returned it lower in a walking movement so that the hem of her skirt remained at its higher position, it took just three of these movements to have the tops of her stockings exposed. I left my hand rubbing the bare skin at the top of her thigh, there saw a movement to my right, one of the men had moved to within a few inches of us, he reached out and touched the bare flesh on top of her right thigh. Sam started to shake, I didn't know if it was nerves, excitement or anticipation, bur she was shaking. I pulled her head so that her ear was in contact with my mouth once more, "Have I won yet?" Sam shook her head. There was a little more movement, to my right this time, a second man was reaching out to touch Sam's back. His hand followed the line of her bra around the side and I felt his hand squeeze between our bodies, he gently cupped her breast, through the thin material of her blouse and the thicker cotton and lace of her bra. I felt Sam's legs open slightly, she was lifting herself or being lifted slightly, then I felt the finger tips of the man on my left as he reached under her bottom, forcing her legs open and lifting her, when his finger tips reached my thigh they turned up slightly, and I knew that his fingers were now inside Sam's pussy. "Have I won the bet yet?" I whispered in her ear, Sam shook her head once more, she was still shaking but now I was assuming less in fear and more in anticipation. The man on my left had now opened Sam's blouse, her arms were down by her side and her blouse slipped down to be caught by Sam raising her forearms and placing her hand on my waste. The man working between her legs was now putting so much effort into masturbating her that Sam was being pulled away from me then pushed back at me, crashing her pussy mound against my left thigh, each time she moved away I caught a glimpse of her bra, a very pretty rose pink with white lace trimming, then the bra was gone. I looked down, Sam's breasts were fantastic for her age, they were milky white, no signs of stretch marks or veins, her large, pink, erect nipples, standing in a sea of dark brown areola. The man to my left was paying a lot of attention to Sam's breasts. He was rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing hard and then gently, he was only using one hand as he was masturbating himself with the other. He pulled Sam away from me, far enough to get his head between us, he was eating hungrily at her nipple on one side while working her other breast with his free hand. I just stood leaning back against the tree, Sam was no longer touching me at all, she had been drawn away by the two men. I watched as her blouse and bra were removed totally and her skirt was unzipped, the man holding her clothes looked like he was about to drop them on the floor but I stepped forward and took them off of him. Sam's skirt fell to the floor and she was moved so that she stepped out of it, she was standing now in just her panties, stockings and suspender belt. The man that had been paying such homage to Sam's breasts began to pull at the waste band of her panties, she stopped him, I moved quickly forward, stood in front of her, I asked if she wanted to stop, she nodded her head, "Sorry guys, the lady has finished now," I said. I handed her back her bra, the men were gone from the clearing before she took it from me, we were all alone. I asked if I had won the bet and she shook her head, "Not yet you haven't!" Sam hung her bra on a branch hanging straight out from the old oak tree, she took her blouse and skirt from my hands and hung them on top of her bra, she bent forward and dropped her panties, then she just stood in front of me. Sam had a wonderful black bush between her legs, full of long tangled course hair, trailing to a line of fine black hairs reaching almost to her navel. I knew that she wanted me to strip as well but I didn't, I just opened my fly and pulled my cock out, Sam gasped at the size of my cock, I knew that it was above average in both length and thickness but her reaction took me by surprise. Sam almost jumped on me, I lifted her off the floor and she wrapped her stocking clad legs around my waste, she dropped perfectly onto my cock, she was so wet from all the attention that the two strangers had paid her that she slid down to my balls, my cock forcing her pussy wider than it had ever been since she gave birth to her daughter seventeen years earlier. Sam climaxed the instant her clitoris touched the metal zipper of my fly. I realised too late that by not opening my trousers that Sam would be rubbing against that course metal zip each time my cock bottomed in her tunnel. I reached between us and started to undo my belt to remove the irritation but Sam stopped me, she was heading for her third climax in just a few seconds, she was begging me to fill her with my seed, encouraging me on to my own climax. I was no longer helping to lift Sam, she was doing it all alone, all I was doing was providing the support and the filler, Sam was doing all the fucking. I realised that of the three men that had followed us only two had joined in with Sam, that meant that the third was probably watching from the tree lined fringe surrounding our clearing. I looked around as Sam was reaching either her fourth or fifth orgasm, I spotted him, a few feet inside a large bush, he had his cock in his hand and was masturbating hard. I beckoned to him to come forward, he walked up to Sam and I, masturbating himself all the way, Sam was lost in a deep climax, she was shaking hard when the man reached out and felt the junction between our two bodies. He rubbed a finger into the collection of Sam's lubricating juice that was foaming onto the zipper of my trousers, he used Sam's own juice to rub around her anal muscle, he was jerking his cock so hard that I thought he could be in danger of pulling it off. I felt his finger enter her anus, I felt it bulging the skin separating her vaginal sheath from her rectum, felt it slide along the length of my shaft. Sam was screaming at the top of her lungs, her earth shuddering climax had just taken on the dimension of an air-raid siren. I was sure that she could be heard all over the County Park, the guy was slowly pushing his finger in Sam's ass now, then slowly pulling it back out. I felt his finger leave Sam's ass altogether, she sounded really disappointed, she was now on climax ten or eleven, I felt the guys finger collecting more of Sam's, now flooding, juice, she was flooding so much that the front of my trousers were soaking in Sam cum. I felt the finger return, larger this time, the stranger was now pushing two fingers into Sam's dark hole, he was more animated with his finger fucking of her ass and less animated with wanking his own cock now. Sam leaned her head back to the man, she begged him to use his cock instead of his fingers, he was quick to oblige. I had seen his cock and Sam was lucky that he was of the thinner end of the cock spectrum but he was very long, I thought to my self that his was the perfect cock for a woman's first venture into anal intercourse. He positioned himself and waited for Sam to come down hard on my cock, this time she collected another passenger, his cock plunged deep into her tight anus, her face lit up and she stopped dead still, I was fully in her and now it was the strangers turn to do the fucking for all three of us. The feeling I got was amazing, Sam's vaginal muscles were contracting over and over again, gripping then releasing my cock, the other mans cock was pressing against my own then running along the length of my shaft almost reaching my mushroom head which was pressed tight against Sam's cervix. It was as if the guy was masturbating me with a single finger while my cock was in a milking machine. It took only minutes for the man to start to breath heavy, his legs were having difficulty pushing him up each time, I knew he was closing in on his climax and so was I. As he started to pump his seed into Sam's ass I could actually feel it pushing it's way past the tight constriction of my cock, Sam began 'verbalising her pre-orgasmic tension' again at one hundred decibels. The stranger was also making a lot of noise, I on the other hand injected my seed directly into Sam's cervix, as each jet of my cum fired into her Sam jerked her head back, she could feel the force of my jet opening the eye of her cervix and the fluid forcing it's way directly into her womb. There was a pop as the stranger withdrew his cock from her ass and Sam held herself still, impaled as she was on my cock. I looked to the side and watched a trickle of brown falling out of her abused ass. I knew that it was just semen washing through her bowel movement but held her still until the trickle had stopped, I managed to get Sam a cotton handkerchief from my trouser pocket to hold against her ass as I lifted her up and off of my cock. Sam made to catch my sperm that she expected to see falling from her vagina as the strangers had fallen from her ass but there was only her own lubricating juice, all of my seed was safely deposited deep inside her womb. Sam dressed and left my handkerchief folded in the gusset of her very sexy panties, just in case of slippage on the drive back to her office. Sam asked me if I would invite her to a game when I was established myself, I kissed her and told her that if it were up to me she could come to tonight's game but unfortunately the two women were already chosen. I promised that the next game we organised she would be entered as the newcomer. I dropped Sam off at her factory and opened the folder that she had given me, she had typed out her order, got all the commodity codes correct and the prices, there was a subtotal that took off five percent, but because she had lost our little bet she told me to ignore that and make her a new order out at the flat rate and she would be happy with that. I spent ages retyping her information into my in car computer, I added seven and a half percent discount, which was my usual discount for new customers. I made that up to ten percent for those customers that paid promptly. When I typed all of her order into the computer I plugged my mobile phone into the cradle and sent the order to the manufacturers, they responded with a proposed delivery date, that meant I was able to add my customary two days for unforeseen circumstances and print out an advice note. While the printer was churning out the advice note I quickly totted up the value of Sam's order, it was forty thousand pounds in round figures, so for a Friday when I had decided I would not do any selling I had earned sixty thousand pounds of new business which would mean almost three thousand pounds in commission for me. When Paul was young he could get away with "The white stain on the front of my trousers is ice cream, I dropped it down myself in the cinema," but no longer. Paul got home reasonably early, I was about to ring him to remind him of the game that I had planned for this evening, Paul's Friday working day often extends into ten o'clock as he often has a jar with his favourite customer but I needed him home by six tonight. Paul had a sheepish grin on his face as it popped around the doorway, when he walked into the room the front of his suit trousers were covered in a whit powdery deposit that I recognised from our courting days, from when we had to make do with sex in ally ways and the back garden. That stain was the telltale sign of illicit nooky, and the stain covered from the waste band to below the bottom of his zipper. I said, "I just hope you have left enough energy for tonight, that's all" Paul changed started helping me to get ready for the evenings game. Paul told me all about the day he had, the fantastic sales, the meeting with the mother of a game player that wanted in on the game, the fun in the Country Park, which, he told me we would have to go and re-enact together as soon as possible. I did a finger buffet for our guests, Paul laughed, "Food will be the last thing on their minds." He said, 'Dring, dring', it was six forty-five, I wasn't dressed properly yet, I called up to Paul to get the door, as I fastened my blouse I heard "Hi I'm John, sorry I'm a little early, I live too close I guess, here I brought a bottle," the last word of his message was spoken as he appeared through the doorway into the living room. John was tall and slim, with a tight white t-shirt on, his muscles clearly defined through his shirt, my eyes couldn't help but follow the line of his body down to a rather magnificent 'Linford lunchbox' showing through his tight jeans. John looked like an Irish stereotype, he had a rugged face, square jaw and a shock of red hair, full and wavy on top of his head. I made Paul and John a drink, being careful to stick to soft drinks myself, then a few moments later the dring, dring of the doorbell went again. Paul brought Pat in, he was a little older than John but both were younger than Paul and I, John was thirty-two and Patrick thirty-five, Patrick was the opposite to John in every way, he looked a little overweight he was short which made his weight doubly a problem and he was balding. The tell-tail light came on, on the 'clock', it was time for the party to begin, there was a message, "Have all participants arrived?" I typed the 'N' and the next message "would you like to suspend the game for fifteen minutes?" 'Y' and the tell-tail light went out again. I was starting to get a bad vibe about my well-planned party, I was feeling particularly outnumbered three men to just little old me. Another round of drinks for the boy's and the game was afoot once again, "Have all participants arrived?" 'N', please enter the names of the participants that are present!" I selected me. Paul, John and Patrick from the list of available participants, "Would you like to replace the missing guests with random participants?" I looked to Paul; I think he was quite looking forward to playing with two eighteen year old twins. Paul nodded his head, and I selected the 'Y' but before I could press the enter button, dring, dring, Paul rushed for the door, Jessica, who preferred to be called Jess and Justine came in apologising profusely, the traffic was dreadful as they crossed town. I pressed the back button and selected Jess and Justine as being present. "Jess and Justine have to pay a forfeit for holding up the game, are they willing to accept their forfeit?" Jess and Justine looked at each other and nodded, I typed in 'Y'. "Jess is to use an everyday object to bring Justine to a climax." Jess rushed around the room looking for a likely candidate, while she was looking I moved Justine to the sofa still positioned in front of the clock. Jess rushed back with a look of triumph on her face, she held one of Paul's large screwdrivers in her hand, she didn't remove her sister's panties, she merely pushed the gusset to one side and rammed the handle of the screwdriver home. It took only seconds with the rest of us watching for Justine to reach her climax, John's cock stiffened visibly in his trousers, it had been lying along his inner thigh until he watched the sisters and now it was beginning to look uncomfortable for him constrained as it were in the sheath of his tight jeans. I filled in the computer screen, "Object used?," I typed, "Eight inch screwdriver" in the space, then the "Has task been completed?" message flashed on the screen. As the screwdriver was removed I typed 'Y' and the message, "Justine is to go into the street in just an overcoat and flash the first man she sees," we all looked at Justine, she was the sister that had only played one game before, she was very uncertain, very inexperienced, and I prompted her to accept or reject the task quickly, she typed 'Y' she asked if I had an overcoat she could use, and I told her there was one in the hall, she left the room fully dressed, I looked at the 'clock' the light was on so the game administrator would have seen her leave the room fully dressed. I half expected a message telling me to lock Justine out of the game but there was just the "Task completed?" on the screen, I peeked through the door, Justine's clothes were in a pile on the floor and my mackintosh was missing. I whispered to Paul to run around the back and down the walk at the side so that Justine could flash him. Paul was fast but not fast enough, Justine had flashed an elderly neighbour of ours as he walked his dog, she stood there talking to him with my coat open wide for him to see her charms. Justine then calmly walked back up my drive and through the front door. I then contemplated running a sweepstake to guess how long it would take the police to arrive. I typed the 'Y' at the side of the task complete question. "The game begins her!" flashed on the screen, "Hostess to roll the dice," I rolled a five, typed it into the screen, "Hostess to kiss Patrick!," I went over to where Patrick and sat on his knee, I realised that we were far to the side of the 'clock' and that the camera would probably not see what I did, as Patrick was by far the least appealing of the three men I was tempted to make it a quick peck, but then I though that Patrick couldn't help being a dog, so I sat on his knee and gave him a long lingering kiss. As soon as I broke the kiss, I felt that I had misjudged him, he had gotten a little excited as I sat on his lap, Paul had an above average cock, John looked to have an extra inch on Paul but Patrick felt to be an inch bigger that John. I went to the keyboard and typed 'Y' a message flashed for a fleeting second "Well done!" and was gone, I looked at the clock closely, wondering just how much of the room the clock could see. "Patrick to roll the dice," he rolled a two, I typed it into the computer, "Patrick to strip to the waste," the next hour was filled with the warming up tasks, basically getting those of us drunk that could get drunk, Patrick and Jess had driven to the game and so they had little to drink, I drank fruit juice unless specifically instructed to drink alcohol and getting us all naked. It was lovely to see Jess and Justine in the nude but not as lovely as seeing three men hung like stallions, Paul was looking decidedly small when he stood next to Patrick, who had grown steadily longer and fatter as we all stripped, I had rolled a two and been given the task of standing the men in a line and performing oral sex on each man in turn for thirty seconds, I took longer over Patrick and when I pressed the "Task completed" button there was a follow on task "As you spent longer than the allowed thirty seconds on each man you must be spanked, three slaps on the bottom by each male participant, using the flat of their hand." I stood, legs open, and bent at the waste, I was facing the sofa so that my bottom was pointing directly at the camera. Paul was quite gentle, if a fly had landed on my butt at that moment at the moment and point of impact it would have suffered only broken bones. John was again gentle, his three slaps were about twice as hard as Paul's but still didn't turn my cheeks red, Patrick whacked me so hard with his first slap that I thought I was going to cry, his second slap landed on the exact spot of the first, and his third was a little further round, his fingers making contact with my vaginal lips, that made me stand up sharply. I typed the 'Y' to signify that my extra task had been completed, I was then asked to rate the three men for their efforts, I gave Paul a 'good', John an 'above par' and Patrick an 'over the top'. "Patrick to roll the dice," I typed his four into the computer, "Patrick to have sex with Justine to completion," Justine was the one with the least sexual experience, she had only had one other sexual partner, and she said, "I was dreading having to let Pat fuck me, he is too big for me!" I could see from Patrick's face that he was going to enjoy fucking Justine, he had the equipment to hurt her and he was going to use it. I told Justine that as this was Patrick's task I was sure that she could refuse, Justine said, "It's the game, you cant refuse a task, just because Patrick rolled the dice, and he was told to do it to me, it doesn't make it his task any more than anyone else's," she turned to her sister and asked her to hold her. Jess was kissing Justine as Patrick threw his cock deep into Justine's body, it was a good thing that she had been a little excited during the games progression, because Patrick was in no mood for foreplay. I looked in his eyes, he was trying to hurt Justine, trying to use his massive cock to punish this young girl, she was wincing with the pain, crying out, Jess stifled her sobs by kissing her and hugging her. I sat by John and cuddled up to him, he was stroking my body as Justine was going through the mill. Paul was sitting transfixed, he was engrossed in the pain pleasure that Patrick was inflicting on Justine, then jess left her sister, the pain was over, she was at the point of numbness Jess looked at John stroking my body gently and she sat by Paul so that he could cuddle her too. Then Justine began to shake, she was beginning to build to a climax, I checked the time, the light was on, the sex act was taking place right in front of the camera, I realised that thirty-five minutes had passed, Patrick hadn't slowed his frenetic pace by so much as one beat, Justine was now chaining her climaxes together one after the other, she was like a rag doll under Patrick's onslaught. We passed the fifty-minute mark, Patrick's cock shaft had streaks of blood along its length, Justine was lost in a dizzying haze of pain and pleasure. As the hour was broken, John was bringing me to gentle climax after gentle climax with his fingers, Jess was sitting on Paul's lap and he was fucking her gently, the spell was broken by Patrick whispering to Justine that she had to beg him to cum in her or he would keep going all night, in her state of confusion Justine was telling him not to stop, and I believe that Patrick had no intention of stopping until she begged him to. There were several loud bleeps from the PC, I went to the screen, "This task is taking too long and must terminate now!" I pointed this out to Patrick and he Said to just tell the fucking thing that he had finished, then Jess went to her sisters side, she persuaded her sister to beg Patrick to cum in her. Justine said the words even though I don't believe she meant them or wanted Patrick to stop pounding into her. Patrick made a few superhuman thrusts and ten grunted that he was cumming in the dirty little bitch. There was a jet of his come fired out from between Justine's pussy lips and Patrick's cock, he had filled her to capacity and beyond, Patrick pulled his massive cock shaft from Justine's bleeding and battered cunt. Jess was there with Justine's panties to catch the overspill of blood and semen, I helped with kitchen towel, "Patrick to leave the game" came on the screen, we all kissed Patrick good night and watched him dress and leave the room. "Hostess to roll the dice" came on the screen, apart from Paul we all knew that that signified the last task of the game, I rolled a six, typed it in the screen and the message, "the game is over only two further tasks remain, Sue to spend the night with John and Paul to spend the night with Jess and Justine." I turned the PC off and asked John if he had a free double bed at home, we only had the one bed, just a four foot six inch thing, John said yes he did and we dressed and kissed Paul and the girls good night and left the house holding hands. I looked back and watched all the lights on the ground floor go out and my bedroom light go on, I told John that I felt sorry for Justine, Patrick could have ruined her for life, John just pulled me tightly against him as we walked together to his house a few streets away. John asked if I wanted anything to drink, I said, "No, just take me to bed please" John, ever the gentleman, obliged. In his bedroom, which was decorated in early demolition site style, I started to undo my blouse but John stopped me, "After what we have seen tonight I think we both need something a little better to remember the night by!" John lit two scented candles, and turned out the main light, he put a 'trad-jaz' CD in his stereo, and turned it down low, I giggled, "I'm extremely turned on here John, you don't need to seduce me, believe me!" "I think we have both seen the one side of sex tonight, now lets see the other, I know which I prefer to see!" John took my hand and started to slow dance with me, I felt his sleeping phallus start to rise, start to strain against the thick material of his jeans. John was kissing me tenderly, his hands moving slowly all over my back, it felt like a blind man wanted to read my whole body. Or wanted to be able to sculpt my back and shoulders. I was turned on from the game we played and would have gladly jumped into bed with John the moment we walked through the door, John was taking things slowly, we were kissing and cuddling, John was touching me all over my back but wouldn't let me touch him back. I didn't realise that what John was doing was calming me down, taking the heat of the night out of my loins, John wanted me to be be turned on when he finally took me to bed, but he wanted me to be turned on by him and him alone. The music ended and broke the spell, John looked through his music collection to find a classical compilation CD called 'Classical Rocks for Lovers'. While he was looking for the music I popped off to the toilet to freshen up and pee John took the opportunity to strip completely and put on an authentic Arabic caftan. I was shocked when I returned to find John in what looked like a large dress, I managed to suppress my laughter and joined John on his own personal dance floor. There was a small incense burner with a faint column of white smoke rising above it, I didn't recognise the scent, but then the air was full of the scent that the two candles that had been burning for almost forty minutes. The air felt somehow thicker, harder to breath, but I didn't care, as soon as John pulled me tight against his body, I forgot whether I had to breath or not. The caftan may look funny on a redheaded Irishman but when I felt John's rock hard cock pressing against my stomach through the thin muslin material, I realised just how sexy it could be, John was to all intense and purpose fully dressed but he felt almost naked. We were swaying in time to the music, I didn't feel Johns fingers working their way, expertly, down the front of my blouse. John was kissing me all over my face, my ear, my neck, and the first I knew that my blouse was open was when he failed to stop at the collar of my blouse but kissed all the way down to my breast. I had to move my arms to allow my blouse to be remover completely and in my newly confused state I didn't feel or see my bra going with it. John spent what seemed like thirty minutes fondling my breasts gently, playing with them both, kissing them both, but not to the exclusion of me, he kept bringing his head up to kiss my lips gently every few minutes and with each kiss I felt his hard cock pressing against my stomach. The thin material of his caftan now the only thing separating his cock from my stomach, hiding only the sight of his cock and none of the feeling, I even felt the wet patch on my tummy left by his pre-cum oozing from the end of his rock hard staff. The room was becoming a little blurred, the music a pleasant hum in the background and John was bringing my nipples deep into his mouth, each nipple being given equal treatment. I looked down and as John's head left my breast this time I could see that my nipples were standing more erect than they had done ever in my life before. John had to lift my chin because I was still looking down at my nipples, he kissed me and his tongue sought refuge inside my mouth, I wanted to reciprocate but my mouth had stopped taking orders from my brain. I was very giggly, and as John began kissing back down my neck towards my breast, I felt his cock rubbing it's trail of wet pre-cum down my stomach. This time the feeling didn't stop where my skirt began, the damp sticky trail carried on down over the little bulge in my tummy that my skirt would usually hold in, down to my bare pussy mound. I looked down once more, I was totally nude, I hadn't felt my skirt fall to the floor and I knew that I had put panties on when I left home but they weren't there now. Looking down had made me giddy, John helped me onto the bed, he lifted my knees and opened them, he bent his head to my pussy and started to eat me greedily. I was watching that mop of ginger red hair bobbing around between my thighs, the feeling was truly exquisite. John knelt up and smiled at me, his chin was glistening in the candlelight with my love juice. John had a small tube of cream and I watched as he trailed a small snake of the cream on to his forefinger, then he massaged his thumb and forefinger together, his head bobbed back between my thighs and his mouth clamped directly over my clitoris. I watched as John's hand approached my left breast in slow motion, John was sucking my clitoris deeply into his mouth and the feeling was great, he was using his little finger to trace a path to my breast because he couldn't see. Thumb and forefinger twisted around the nipple on my left breast, then moved like lightning to the nipple on my right breast and repeated the act. John then rubbed his thumb clean on the aroela of my right breast and his forefinger clean on the aroela of my left. I was beginning a very slow build up to an orgasm of epic proportions, everything was running at half speed or less in my mind, looking down at my nipples, I knew that they were bigger than they had ever been in my life before, now they were visibly growing. I knew that John was wiping his thumb and forefinger clean on tissues but I was fascinated that my nipples were twice their new enlarged size, my aroela's were puckering up, shrinking in diameter but growing in depth. There was a message arriving at my brain, instead of it's usual route through nerve ganglion converting chemical messages into electrical ones and passing them on along the shortest route. This message was written in Morse code, encrypted, then wrapped in several layers of heavy brown paper, before being placed on the slow boat from my breasts to my brain travelling via my big toes. When I finally received the whole message and unwrapped it then decoded it was that my nipples were on fire, there was a throbbing that was like someone holding the tip of a vibrator to my nipple for several days. It was that precise moment that my climax finally kicked in, my muscle spasms were lifting me clear of the bed, it took John all of his skill to keep in step with me, and then his mouth left my crotch. I was fighting for breath, mainly, I was sure, because of my earth shattering orgasm but partly because John's bedroom was chock full of really heavy air. John moved his body quickly along mine, he emerged out of the neck of his caftan like a snake sloughing off it's old skin. He bore his body on his left hand, holding his torso away from mine, he was looking at my now huge nipples, fondly. I felt little of his cock as it entered my vaginal sheath, it was at least an inch longer than Paul's and fatter than any I had ever accommodated in my life but I still didn't feel it breaking through into my body. John started to massage my left breast with his right hand, it looked like he was trying to juice me, but it felt wonderful, it felt like he was forcing all the blood in my chest to congregate in my nipples. He was fucking me with long slow movements, then he pushed as far into me as possible, it felt like he was gathering my cervix up and trying to invert it, as if he was trying to get his cock to enter my womb. Then when he had the measure of me he started to build up his tempo, I was being pushed along the bed, eventually my head collided with the wall at the head of John's bed, then each thrust banged my head into the wall. I hadn't fully recovered from my first climax when I started to climb again, I thought I was at my zenith, the most orgasmic feeling that I had ever had in my life when John dropped his body on to mine and started to fuck me with a vengeance. My head was shaking from side to side, I had lost all bodily control, I wet myself all over John and his bed before passing out. John was talking softly to me, I was under his shower, the water cascading off of my body, John came in and out of focus and then bang, a headache hit me like a sledgehammer. John gathered me in a large fluffy towel and carried me back to his bedroom, he had changed the bed since I had passed out, and I estimated that about an hour had passed while I was unconscious. John dried me thoroughly and at four o'clock in the morning we both tumbled into bed in the nude and John cuddled up to my back, his cock, when flaccid, was easily as big as Paul's when hard and John eased my thighs open and laid his sleeping cock between them. I could hear that John was sleeping within seconds from his deep and rhythmic breathing pattern. I didn't find sleep quite so easily, John had given me some wonderful sex before I passed out, kind, considerate, loving and gentle but I would have loved to know what he did to me during my missing hour. And then there was Patrick, a beast of a man, violent and uncaring, so much sexual power, I would have fought Justine for the chance to be fucked by him, that was until I saw what he did to her. But what now, would I allow Patrick into my bed if I ever saw him again, I had to say yes, if only to feel what a ten and a half inch cock would feel like. Is a bird in John's hand worth two bushes in mine. Sue and John dressed in a hurry, I could see that Sue was eager to sample John's fantastic looking cock, I didn't know who had the better of the deals here, I had two eighteen year old girls, and twins to boot. But Sue had a wealth of experience, she was warm and giving and didn't make me feel like a dirty old man. Justine might just as well have not been here, but Jess made up for her sister. Jess was still tight between her legs, I was only the third man that she had sex with, and I was the largest. I didn't engage in foreplay with Jess, all she wanted to do was fuck, in every position, every place every way. When I had exhausted myself and wanted sleep she wanted more sex, it was a little before four in the morning when I finally went to sleep, Jess was cuddling up to her sister. I hadn't touched Justine as she has such a rough time with Patrick, all Justine wanted to do was watch her sister and I fuck. I really missed not cuddling up to Sue, usually after sex the next best thing in the world is to cuddle with someone as soft and warm as Sue. I was walking along a tree lined avenue, the sunlight dappled through the branches of tall money trees, there were naked maidens at each tree, picking the money just as it turned from that wonderful 'fiver' blue and into it's autumnal 'tenner' brown. A string quartet was playing soft money harvesting music and all in the garden was wonderful the only disturbance to the tranquil scene was the sound of a 'naff', polyphonic, ring tone from a mobile phone. I shouted at the top of my voice for someone to answer that bloody phone and woke up. The phone that was ringing belonged to one of the girls sleeping at my side, it was six am, we had been asleep only two hours, I shook Jess, she wouldn't wake up so I answered the phone. It was Jess and Justine's mum on the phone, she was worried because there had been trouble in the part of town that the girls had told their mother they were going to. A riot had broken out around the night club that Kate, the mother, or mam, as she described herself, had assumed the girls were at and when she woke in the morning to fine the girls beds were both empty she panicked. Then she realised that she was talking to an older man, she asked who I was, I thought fast and said that her daughters had come home with my daughter from a party someplace and the three of them were tucked up safe and sound in my daughter's bedroom. I managed to wake Jess, I had made coffee and encouraged her to drink a little, the caffeine hit from one of my coffee's did the trick and Jess was wide awake. She wanted to play again but I made out that her parents were very worried and that she should get home as soon as possible. Jess woke Justine and helped her to dress, I held the front door open for them as they left. Jess was guiding her zombie like sister through the door, as Justine passed me she stopped, turned to me slowly and kissed me on the lips, then hugged me whispering, "Thank you for the game, it was lovely and I hope we can do it again sometime." Jess also kissed me and then guided her sister out to the car, I thought, "Good thing that Jess is the driver." I watched as Jess drove away from my house and instantly changed my mind, if Jess had a driving licence the ink was still very wet. I returned to my living room, I should have tried to get a little more sleep but I had drunk a cup of my double strength liquid caffeine with caffeine chaser and it would be many hours before I would be able to sleep. In the living room I turned my computer on, as it warmed up I started to tidy away the buffet that Sue had so misguidedly prepared for the game, the plates of food were almost untouched. The house seemed really empty, Sue would have put the radio on for the news, there would have been the sound of her singing in the shower, or even just dropping things as she moved around the house. I would be better off working rather than thinking about her listening to a strangers radio, singing in a strangers shower, dropping things in a strangers house. My PC screen opened not to it's usual Windows desk-top but to the main 'big brother' game screen from the night before, I had entered my e-mail address in my game profile and the program had somehow linked it's self to my hotmail account. There was a message that Paul had five new e-mail messages and another that Sue had two hundred new e-mail messages waiting. I selected the button to link into my e-mail account, I was prompted for my password to open my messages and typed it in. I had pressed the ok button before I spotted the checkbox that asked if I wanted the system to remember my password was pre-checked, "Dam, I'll have to remember to get that unchecked somehow," I thought to my self. Of my messages, one was from Patrick, he was asking if I had a telephone number for Justine, Jess had given me both hers and her sisters address and mobile phone numbers, just in case Sue or I wanted to have a meeting outside the rules of the game. I replied to Patrick's e-mail that we hadn't exchanged details with anyone from last night's game, and sent it back to him. The other four were from women who had seen my profile and were wondering if I would be free for a game with them sometime. I read all the messages but didn't reply to any, I was about to open my business software to do a little work when the new message flash went at the bottom of the 'Big Brother' screen. I selected the inbox tab on the hotmail this time it was from Sam O'Connor, "six forty-five AM, Saturday, Factory, all alone, if you get up early enough and are at a lose end why not visit me, I'll be here until one (ish), rear door left hand side, toot twice." I didn't reply to Sam either but scribbled a note for Sue that I'd be back soon and left the house. I saw a trailer by the side of the road as I got close to the industrial estate where Sam's factory was situated, it was the sort of trailer that had been converted into a mobile kitchen. "BACON SANDWICH" flashed up on my brain's internal notepad and I pulled in just in front of the trailer. I bought two coffee's and four bacon sandwiches, had brown sauce on two of them and picked up two sachets of tomato ketchup and two of brown sauce to take for Sam. I found the door at the rear of Sam's factory and tooted as directed, Sam opened the door as I was locking my Espace, Sam rushed over to me and kissed me warmly, "Been thinking of you a lot so I have" she said. I lied that I couldn't get her out of my mind either, "Most men bring flowers, not food and coffee, but, is that bacon I smell?" "Yes!" "Oh you good man," I had a fight on my hands to keep the two sandwiches that I had intended for myself, "I'm starved, so I am," Sam said. Sam was waiting for a delivery of titanium rods that were coming in from the mainland, she knew that the lorry delivering the rods had made the dock's in Holyhead on Friday morning but rough seas had delayed the ferry. She had no idea when to expect the driver and now she was sitting in a dark factory all alone and was glad of company. We got on to the subject of her husband, she had fallen in love with his passion for the cause, I couldn't help thinking that I ought to point out that I wasn't a republican, not a catholic and definitely not into politics, I was actually beginning to wonder what I was doing here. Sam looked at my face, "Don't get me wrong, I'm not at all into that, he could have been passionate about football, drinking, horse racing, almost anything, just to have passion about something," she looked into my eyes, "And what are you passionate about Paul?," "Selling!" Sam looked crestfallen, "Oh my god, I'm sorry, did you have a big presentation that you wanted to give me yesterday?" "Not big, I usually spend four or five days preparing for a presentation to a new customer." "And I stopped you from your passion because I wanted to start a new passion of my own. Well you must give me your presentation right here and right now!" I laughed at Sam's reaction, I led her out to my car, opened the back doors, Sam had been in my car four times now and hadn't even noticed the back, as she stepped in she trailed her hand in the carpet and said, "This is real lambs wool!" As she sat in the rear seat she went on, "this seat is more comfortable than my sofa at home!" I pressed the button that span the drivers seat to face into the back and took my laptop from its storage bin under the front seat. I dropped the screens from the roof, which really impressed Sam, and I started the presentation, I had altered the Friday morning presentation, simply replacing that company name for Sam's company. It impressed her even more when she saw her company name on the opening slide and MD Sam O'Connor wipe in from the bottom of the screen, "I'm engaging in your passion here, so you should at least come over here and help me to engage in my new passion!" I had been checking the Internet on my laptop for information on sailing's from Holyhead, all sailing's for the last twenty-four hours had been cancelled and for at least the next twenty- four as well. I left my laptop on my seat and Joined Sam in the back seat, as soon as I was at her side she 'hotched' her bottom slightly forward, I rested my hand on her knee. The workday stockings were missing today, there was no make up but then Sam really didn't need any, she had a reasonably short skirt on but not 'tarty' and a tight white t-shirt that showed the delicate lacy outline of her bra. I slid my hand slightly along her lap, she moved her legs apart slightly so that my fingers rolled down slightly onto her inner thigh, she made another little 'hotch' forward, her skirt was held back by the soft kid leather on the seat so that more of her thigh was showing. My fingertips reached her panty's edge just as her crotch came into view from under her hemline. Sam was almost lying on the seat now, staring up at the screen intently, my fingers hooked inside the leg hole elastic of her panties and reached her bush, as my finger opened her lips to reach her clitoris she gasped. I massaged her sensitive bud, occasionally dipping the finger deep into her love sheath, to collect a little lubrication, give her that extra little buzz and then return to the job of massaging, gradually increasing the pressure. Sam was slowly building to a climax, then she rushed, headlong into a huge climax, flooding all over my hand. Sam was gasping for breath, "Do you know what just caused that?" "Well I was assuming it had something to do with friction on the lower part of your body!" "That and something on a slide a few back." I stopped the presentation, moved back one screen at a time until Sam said, "That's the one, that's the slide." I looked bemused at Sam, the screen had several small components from a specialist manufacturer in America, it was to demonstrate the versatility of my range of contacts. Sue asked what one of the components was made of, I went to my inventory program, Titanium securing pins, metric, sizes six millimetres to twenty- two millimetres, supplied in boxes of ten with G2765 certificate of compliance. "And how much would they cost me for a box of ten?" Sam asked. I checked my history to see if I had sold any recently, I had actually sold a thousand of each size to a company but found that it was a mistake in the order form that was faxed to me, a blemish turning a zero into an eight, that was almost two years ago and they were ten pounds for a box. Sam confirmed that they were ten pounds for ten securing pins, I confirmed that, "Well that was for the six millimetre size, it rose to thirty pounds for the twenty-two millimetre size," I looked at a note alongside, "I still have them in my store room" , I said. I also saw that I had tried to return the consignment to America and they wouldn't take them back so they just sat in limbo, I hadn't paid anything for them and the company didn't won't them back. Sam asked me if I knew what she produced in the large brick and steel building behind us, "No!" "I make, Titanium securing pins, metric, sizes six millimetres to twenty-two millimetres, supplied in boxes of ten with G2765 certificate of compliance. I sell them to the American government for use in military applications, a part of the peace dividend from Good Friday agreement," she said. The only thing is, she was paid five pounds a pin by the American government. Sam was very excited now, so I checked if my American contact was still making, and supplying the securing pins, and at what price. "Here," I said, "look," I fed the screen on to the overhead screens so that Sam could see for herself, the price had risen slightly but no where near the fiver a pin that Sam was getting. I told Sam that her delivery was still sitting at the docks at Holyhead and that we could go to my house to see them in my garage if she would like to. Sam followed in her own car, she has set the alarm, switched out the lights and moved our breakfast picnic wrappers into the bin instead of on the CNC machine. I drove slowly so that I didn't leave Sam behind at the lights or a junction. I found the pins, they formed a wall of boxes dividing my four car garage into two halves, I got one of the six millimetre boxes down and Sam started to inspect one of the pins. While Sam was busy I went into my office and ferreted through my old paperwork, the first time I had been glad that I had to keep everything for seven years. Sam had wandered around inside the house looking for me, "Nice house you have here, do you have anything to clean the grease off of this pin for me?" Sam said when she finally found me in my office, "Thanks," I said, and I handed her one of my best cotton handkerchiefs, Sam used it to polish the pin, she had a small box that held a micrometer and a venner scale, she took down the measurements, "Walla!" I said, I had found the sheaf of certificates that corresponded to that shipment, I checked the serial number on the box and gave Sam the relivant certificate. Sam was impressed, if a sample pin passed the test in her test line, she would be able to buy all the pins off of me and resell them back to the yanks, a good profit for both of us and she could put her engineering factory back into making useful things for Ireland once again. Sam kissed me, partly in thanks and partly because she still wanted to finish her passion, she had loved her appetiser but now it was time for the main course. I have to admit that I felt uncomfortable, I would have fucked Sam anyplace in the world at the drop of a hat but not here not in Sue's and my home, not without Sue knowing and approving. "I know, lets go and get you registered for a game with 'Big Brother'," I said. I led Sam down to the living room, even though I could have opened the same program from my office computer due to the wireless network covering the house and a half-mile radius. I switched my PC on and logged into 'Big Brother', I selected the introduce new member feature, I told Sam that if she joined a game she would have to do exactly what she was tasked to do, and to be part of anyone else's task if required. There would be no turning back once the game had started unless she wanted to be expelled, I explained what I had seen between Patrick and Justine, and that Justine was still in a state of shock ten hours later. Sam said that she would like to meet Patrick, I told her that people were often biting off more than they could chew. I was a little concerned when I had to vouch for the 'bonnie-fides' of the new player, but I did. Sam sat filling in the screen while I made coffee, as I took the cup to Sam I noticed Sue and John walking down the street. The kissed at the end of the drive and Sue walked into the house. It was almost two in the afternoon, I met Sue in the hallway with my cup of coffee which I handed over to her. "How are you darling?" I said, Sue told me that she was OK, a little headache and tired but apart from that ok. I told her that Sam was in the living room, and that she was joining the game, Sue walked in and said, "Hi, I'm Sue, Paul's better half," Sam introduced herself and finished filling in her profile. Sue whispered to me, "If you want to sleep with her I can visit my mother!" I asked Sue what she thought of Sam and she said that Sam was very beautiful, I told her that Sam was the customer that I had taken to the country park the day before, Sue smiled broadly, "I see!" Sam had finished inputting all of her details, she asked me to help her to select her own hotmail account, mainly because I had told her about Sue's work account being rejected and she got a meaningless set of letters from the computer. I helped her to sign into hotmail and get an e-mail address. We could hear the shower running, I said must be Sue taking a shower, Sam looked at Sue's profile, "Sue likes women?" I shook my head, "Not before this week but she had tried a few younger girls in the last week" Sam asked how Sue would react if she were to go up and help her dry off, I thought she might like the idea. I lay on the sofa and drifted off to sleep listening to the springs on my bed squeak, obviously Sue didn't mind Sam helping her at all. I hope you enjoy this story, it was written at the request of Sue and is purely fictitious, apart from Sue and her husband Paul all other characters in this story are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is is accidental. The game 'Big brother, the party special' is being written as I write this story and so may differ slightly from the description in the story. I can be contacted on either of the addresses listed below. END Eastern_rose2@hotmail.com * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 52